I feel like I’m playing footsie with your ghost–
you’re not here, but I can feel your presence.
If only you were closer,
But then again,
you were once before,
and yet always
just as absent.
I should have known it was doomed
the night I came home
and all thoughts of you were interrupted
with thoughts of someone else.
I knew it was precarious, then,
that the excitement of this new
was overshadowed with
lingering feelings of the old.
Nothing ever realized, actualized,
but still in the background
all my hopes were given new life,
and you were lost in the undertow.
I wouldn’t have given you up for the tide,
but you cut yourself loose.
And now I’m drifting,
pointing my compass,
following that star
away from here
you never stood a chance.