Two Ships Passing in the Night

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You were the biggest love story. A story that grew over the course of 6 years, thousands of miles, many characters, and a stagnant presence of the two of us. 


Two ships passing in the night 


Going opposite directions, at the same pace. 

A story that was meant to be written, then erased. 

An unnerving desire and curiosity. 


Now it is time to turn off the porch light- the one I knew I needed to turn off. The one I kept lit for the past 6 years through the chanceful visits and sweet nothings. 


I guess I didn’t know how much I really cared. How much I didn’t want it to end. But I care a lot more than I thought I did. But all I really wanted was for you to be happy and I did know deep down that your happy ending did not include me. I knew it would not be me, though I would whisper to the clouds a hopeful sigh. 


The way you’d touch my face, move my hair behind my ear, gently place your hand on the back of my neck. The way you’d gaze over at me and smile and then put your cheek on my cheek. The way our bodies wrote a story of the beautiful, yet disorganized, 6 years. I knew that these moments would have to come to an end and let this love story turn into a poem instead. 


Nevertheless, the love was there. The love that spanned time and miles. The love that blew in the wind as two ships passed in the night.

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