Sometimes I curse the ocean between us,
but yelling into something that large makes no sense...
Neptune can't hear me.
Not even if I jump in the water
and let him listen to the beating of my heart.
Would it send angry waves pounding against the rocks?
Or are the waters calm,
gently whispering waves,
lapping questions among the shore?
He's hidden in the depths,
and I'm not a mermaid daughter.
Although all of us are more sea than earth.
Perhaps a teardrop plea
will be enough for him to shorten the distance,
Or speed along the message of love
contained within.
I woke up this morning with the sound of the sun
Melting the vision of my partner
Into a dark pool of plaid to match the sheets.
As I reached over to touch someone
Who had never been there
My body made a small groan--as if
It too was missing who, or what, had been lying next to me night after night.
The morning rolled on, and I rolled along with it,
Eating breakfast, getting dressed, going to work.
While at work, the vision gained a voice as it reappeared with the rising sun.
But the sun was burning the voice away,
Causing it to grow dimmer with each degree.
By high noon the voice was gone,
Not to reappear until the next morning when it replaced the vision.
I would wait for both the vision and the voice…
And pray for a cloudy day.
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