Of course, I want her
We all want what
we can never have,
the less she wants me
the more intensely I feel,
though after the ship has sank
we drift apart
each in our own life boat,
floating on this endless sea
we once thought
would bring us bliss.
Only now,
She’s the one stranded
Abandoned
When she could have any
Man she wants
Only the man she wants
Doesn’t want her
And she floats
On the surf
alone
I hear the shrill cry
over the wave caps
thinking I hear gulls
when I hear her,
starving for love,
only he can feed her,
(and I’m jealous again)
with all the life boats
and all the souls stranded in each,
why does she seek out
the one that moves endlessly
out of reach
and soon out of hearing
maybe he mistakes her cries
for sea gulls, too.
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