Mar 25 2007
Two Sailing Ships
She called & she cried,
Hoping for an answer
That’s nothing like
The one he’s told her before.
He starts to rot inside,
Knowing that every rope,
Every beam, every heart
Has burned until there’s nothing more.
And they awoke
From a horrid slate
Of broken, waking dreams.
Flash blinded.
Lives capsized.
Nothing as it seemed.
She thought they has been
On the same stream,
Using the same rudder,
Reading the same set of directions.
But at every turn,
With every single chance,
He crafted a new map to make
A quick escape. Damn the friction!
And they looked up
Far from daybreak
Filled with violent screams.
Lighting strikes.
Fires ignite.
There would be no peace.
Two sailing ships.
Two sets of sails.
A fight broke out over their course
And neither would prevail.
She wanted to go one way
And he just didn’t want her.
But breaking ties is brutal
And the wakes & reefs mean danger.
APN
Copyright 03/04/2007
March 27th, 2007 at 3:35 pm
I can relate to this piece from the woman’s perspective, it is painful to want to work on a relationship when your partner doesn’t love you enough to try. When we are in love, we eat, live, and breathe it…but there are bigger things than romantic love. I thought a year ago that my worst fear would be losing my partner.
How naive of me.