Sail On

One finger on the hour hand, I can't hear your voice. Blurry lines, ragged memories, I tape them to the ocean. But these barnacle words cling to my skin, bitter waters that I drink. If you thought I was a lifeline you would've screamed by now. Nothing but echoes. So no, I don't want to relive the plank I almost walked, the sweetness in each step, the hands I bound myself. For what is love if not unpredictable and I could not walk for you. Yet so close, so dangerous, you can't tell me I was wrong. More than sunset eyes, than tangerine skies, more than ocean trails, than knots and sails. Don't you look at me across the miles and tell me it was nothing. I don't want to recall the salt upon my skin like the guilt upon my shoulders. You haven't learnt yet, babe, about the winds that encompass true direction. Erase your smile, forbidden compass, take the till and push away. I dance over waves with just one true anchor, deeper than you could imagine. Did I nearly cast that away? Tainted with rust when I find volume between us. But there; a ripple... I miss you.