If I Had a Boat


A thousand miles removed and I could still smell the salt in my hair. The ocean, the tears, the sweat. Like a phantom pain in a missing limb; you weren’t there but how I ached.

When the ache went away, I cried for it. Without it, I am an unmoored ship. Floating out to an ocean, no light to call me home. A sorry sailor.

And you wait. And you wait.