I think of you, and my soul aches.
It shouldn’t. We ended our duet
long ago, we were never right
for each other, our puzzle pieces
just didn’t match together.
But I hear your name, beautiful
like the melismas of an aria, or
your smile in a stray selfie
you let slip into my messages,
like water seeping between
the planks of a vessel,
and my heart races again.
You’re so close to me, but so far,
like a projection on the mist:
Whenever I reach out to feel you
you drift away, your words thinning
or your image fading. I find
myself questioning the anger,
the heartache. Is it cheating
to miss feelings I banished
long ago? Is it love to remember
and imagine what could have
been if only my will were strong?
Perhaps. Perhaps not.
But like a siren singing in the fog,
I hear you call to the part of me
that does not know how to swim.