Our meeting for me was chance,
while the world wrapped itself in the soft cheer of Christmas.
I would have never come, or stayed,
but I remember the moment you walked in,
sat down next to me,
and I'll admit I felt like I already knew something.
Something I knew more
in the way your hand brushed mine,
you casually lingering around me
as if it was the most natural thing for me to feel,
seeing constellations in the sky that I once charted alone,
you showed me how to trace those same lines,
and I didn't mind,
finding smiles
in your eyes
like stars I needed after six months of sighs
like a guiding light
within my touch and sight.
And then you kissed me one new moon night,
a gentle touch that erased time
and made me forget who was I and what was mine.
You sail away now,
Far from me,
Leaving a distance that I can’t fill,
The sea calls you,
And I can’t stop it—
But I’m here,
Waiting.
I knew from the first time you kissed me,
That this would be hard.
I see you now in the quiet hours,
when I look up at the stars,
and chart lines to where you are.
Waiting for the day you come back,
When the sea brings you home to me.
Never knew myself to be tame,
only ever been insane,
serve myself like a drug, like heroin,
with an 'e'.
Until then, I’ll keep seeing the stars,
I’ll keep feeling the space between us,
Because in that space,
You are always with me.
