A dark ocean met us in the morning, aloof.
The familiar rattle and hum drowned out.
In love with a ten-track on the train tracks.
Never was a single word spoken
Between the three. Never was it necessary.
For the glimmer grin found comfort; two as one.
A long pause for a short opportunity missed.
It doesn’t matter.
Synthetic seas will shatter, while a kiss of the sun Blesses each one for life.
As two floodgates open, most find their way through. Yet I’m in luck with you, half-passed.
We’ve met before in the past.
We’ll meet again in the future.
This present binds us together in time.