Sailing

I wrote this during the month of April when I was writing a poem a day

The night you told me

One of your life goals

Was to restore a sailboat

Spend the summer sailing

From Boston Harbor

Down the coastline

To the Florida Keys

I could picture myself

Sipping wine watching

The sun setting on the

Edge of the Atlantic

Holding your hand

 

Now we are no longer

Sailing, but rather stuck

Trying to play it cool

Neither of us telling the truth

I have been living on the edge

Teetering between friends

And lovers unwilling

To let myself fall

I know, deep inside

Where you stand

I could write a million lines

And none of them would

Bring you back to solid ground

 

If there is one thing

I want you to know

It’s that I have never felt

More comfortable with anyone

Before you; With you it

Was always like I was

Standing behind a microphone

Reading my deepest secrets

To crowds full of strangers

What scares me the most

Is that I may not find

That with anyone else