Edna St. Vincent Millay has always been my favorite poet. Well, from the moment I read her work until present day. And the following has always been my favorite poem of hers. And it really seems to fit how I’ve been feeling. (Not trying to be a big ole whiner here – it’s a good poem regardless.)

Ebb

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I know what my heart is like

since your love died:

It is like a hollow ledge

Holding a little pool

Left there by the tide

A little tepid pool,

Drying inward from the edge.