that i went to sleep smiling
the night that we met.
that my feelings
and my fears
made me push you away.
that i hate to see you
with somebody else.
that i love my freedom
more than myself
though i’m not sure to what end.
what if that very freedom
is what led me to you?
what if the winds of the angry atlantic
helped my sails find your tranquil harbor
on the night that we met
not because i was lost
but because i had finally been found?
what if you’re what i’ve been looking for
but have been too stubborn to see?
is there any possibility
of a you and me
if i drop my anchor in your bay
during this aquamarine twilight?
could there be a we
to acquire, desire or aspire to be?