An ocean rolls between us
tugging and clashing,
roiling and swirling.
We cannot unsay
and we cannot agree to disagree.
You were right.
It wasn’t meant to be.
I still wake up looking for you every morning.
I still wake up reaching for your hands.
I still wake up expecting a peck on my cheek.
An ocean rolls between us,
and since we separated I discovered that sea
that you saw but I hadn’t seen yet
that separated us from the start.
I still believe I could have loved you.