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| By Vincent van Gogh - Starry Night Over the Rhone |
You were a ship passing by my ship during a sunset.
Ours was a chance encounter,
so it was never about staying close forever
Nor was it about helping each other traverse the tides together.
We had both set sail to reach far away lands from different ends of the earth
With our journeys laid out in front of us.
But when we met amidst the vastness of the sea
It was difficult not to believe that something about our closeness made sense.
There was comfort and ease in existing together,
A never before felt sense of synchronicity,
That all was unfolding as it should.
I was the first to say goodbye though,
Not because I didn't want you,
But because I wanted you too much and I knew we weren't on the same page.
But why is it that even if I was the reason we sail separately today,
I find myself thinking about you more frequently than I care to admit.
Sometimes, memories of you feel like a fervent fever dream,
Because I can't dispel the thought that I made all of you up in my head.
But even then, I sleep with the radio close to my heart
In hopes that when you reach out, I'll answer you on the first ring.
It's devious and twisted but I can't pretend anymore
I still dream about your ship passing by my ship every night.
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