We were only ever meant to be
ships in the night,
only meant to cross paths
and continue on our way,
but we threw ropes across
from your deck to mine
and my deck to yours,
and we held on for dear life.
Until the storms blew through and frayed them,
until the sun came up and blinded us,
until you started looking off toward the horizon.
You dropped the ropes and sailed away,
and I looked down at the blisters on my hands
and suddenly remembered
there was somewhere else I was supposed to be.
Kristina Mahr
















