Ships

A struggle, finally marooned on a desert island not too far away.

I looked to you as the sun set,
but you turned your head to look at girls passing by.
Damn it.
You made it impossible to connect
until the breeze blew your ego to the Ocean,
and it seemed you got the girl.
Good for you.
I'm still alone in the sand, my sandcastle incomplete.

We're both scarred;
been there, done that.
Too bad you push it overboard.
Why can't I hate you for that?

You made happiness,
You made tears,
You made them salty like BP in the Gulf.
I was looking for something special,
but that ship has sailed.

Author's Note

These situations hurt, I know. If you've,"been there, done that," know you're not alone.