A Sailor's Desire
By Allaina Gordon
Slow tender touches plague my mind.
Anticipation consumes me, but
Reality comes crashing back down.
I can’t have you.
Exhaustion sets in,
Losing you—it’s inevitable.
The irony isn’t lost on me;
Anxious attachment but—
Vast oceans between us.
Anticipation kills.
Release is what heals.