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.


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