The wind kisses my cheeks.
Trying to reciprocate right back,
my breath surfaces around while
you meander
to the peak of the fog.
And I begin to understand that
this interaction is minimal and emotionless
yet, I'm bouldering through feelings
with little to no grip.
This is it.
We are no other than ships in a lifetime
and almost missing each other.
Colliding like icebergs to water's reflection
and coming together to build
a touchable existence when touch occurs.
If only you knew this was the case
as you wander the waters.
If only I could understand that your ship
never anchors for more than an instant
from fear of swarming sharks.
Your net hasn't cast itself,
though you bate for fish that may line up
to your timeline and won't tangle.
Afraid to catch a bite
but the fishing is so fun.
At the inner most corners of my mind
there are crevices of your presence after
an adventure you interpret as a hunt...
I just enjoy the chase.
~Tina Meeks
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