If you're the moon,
I'm the sun,
hopelessly chasing night
but you're on the run.
Or maybe I'm the tide.
and as I taste your shore,
I'm ****** out to sea,
desperately longing for more.
I never dreamed of being
your tragic impossibility,
but for you and me,
love was never meant to be.
*m.w.
6/25/14