Cast Away

What made me think I might be different?

Something unique? Something more?

My transparency is my ruin.

His hidden depths I want to explore, but he cast me away…

like others before?

Perhaps; My intrigue always too much for one to bear.

Two different people never dancing as one.

Our distances wide by miles…

…miles and miles of shore.

I’m swimming a race of endurance,

because I want something pure.

To laugh.

To speak.

To touch.

To breathe.

Together.

Such dreams are wasted thoughts as I place my hands into the water.

I need to out-swim this storm.

Brewing inside; this torrential lust.

At the end of the day, I cannot manage these swells.

So I cast thoughts of him away

like others before…

with no anchors; floating gently.

Because one day I’ll reach this island I am swimming toward.

And, I suppose, I might want company…

welcome a lost dream that may float ashore…