The boat arrived elsewhere
by the time you showed up.
Yelling back to the current
that now you have enough.
We fought the tide together,
but eventually you sunk.
“I’m sorry,” slips from your fingertips
and never found its way to your tongue.
“I’m different now,” is a charming thought,
but I have to interrupt.
We said we loved each other,
but I guess we got stuck.
“I’d take it back if I could,” shines
in the dark room.
I turn off the screen
and dismiss you.
You ask if I have a minute after you call.
Send emails, texts, keys in the mail.
It’s over, but you’re not leaving.
I didn’t mean to dissolve you into
smoke signals and shouts.
You’re not broken,
you’re just grieving.
You know what this is all about.
It was our future I wasn’t seeing.
And, yes, I should have done things differently,
but that doesn’t delude the words.
When I say what I mean
you need to know
it doesn’t matter if you believe me.
Movies don’t make better entrances
than when I was standing at your door in the rain.
Hands outstreched, smile on,
palms placed against my face.
Slip shoes off, drop coat down,
press me hard into the wall.
Murmur something sweet into the space between us
then make sure there’s no space at all.
Electric and magnificent.
All the lights powered up.
We created something beautiful
just by using trust.
You tell you love me too early
and it still feels like you took so long.
I exchanged the words and understood
we belong here from now on.