You can sit on the beach and spend years
watching the waves try to
interlace their fingers with the shore.
But no matter how hard the ocean tries,
the shore is as far as the moon and within their grasp,
all at the same time.
That’s how I felt about you.
There were days you were within arms reach,
and then there were days where you’d just retreat. It was a constant game of push and pull, and I found myself playing the role of the ocean; reaching for you and touching you, but never really grasping your hand.