Reach your hands out to sea I’ll take them willingly If you would so benignly please An unworthy host as me.
I could believe in hope elsewhere To run a hand through other soft hair But I am far too unaware Of strength residing deep down there.
You meant too much I felt too little When I was with you All along
Called out of border To carry the fears away Of the peoples’ dreams Seaside homes, under a great Dark Cloud.
Unbeknownst to me, I left With you behind, I hardly wept You tried to hold me close With eyes beseeching Won’t you love me? With me breathing, Can’t I love her?
You tried, I failed You believed that love would dwell in my heart for you I had missed any intentions Of a future Bright Between the spaces of our fingers Holding on To the other.
Dreams have soared through my nighttime mind Your hands may still stretch out And I could perhaps Dream of a day where it would kick enough sense around In this **** Brain
That I should have loved you when I had the chance.
But for now across this sea A life is lost My only companion is this gray dog He never leaves my side
I should have never left yours.
Written in early 2010 for a then-friend who was struggling with a writer's craft freeverse poetry assignment and asked for my help. Regretting ever doing so because this was one of the best poems I'd written that year, perhaps ever, and she was a psychotic ***** who ruined my life for a good portion of that dark year. Anywho. Time to claim what's mine.