constuhllations:

i.

you were born in the brisk

of july when the sun

always hits so hard,

you almost don’t

want to be warm anymore.

you dreamt of snow and wind

and when you opened your eyes

for the very first time

your mother thought:

ocean.

the beautiful ocean.

ii.

you swim

and i smile

and we laugh

when the clouds cover us.

the salt hits our hair

and we are curly messes

in the middle of something

we know nothing of.

i love it.

i love this.

i love the line of

not knowing where

we could be going,

but feeling like

it could be anywhere.

iii.

i think of your window

back home and

how we never saw

any of the same little pieces.

when i look at the stars,

i think of how you wish on them

with another tongue

and with a head

i could never last in.

i wish i was born differently.

you are beautiful

when the storm comes

and always know

exactly what to say.

i don’t understand it.

iv.

i’m thirsty

and i want to be near you

and you hand me a

glass of water.

i’m leaning my head

against your shoulder.

i don’t want to move.

i can’t let go.

i think of how

easy it could be to

let this all stay

and i could wash away

yesterday.

i could kiss you

until the sun breaks.

the waves keep coming

and you are dozing off

and i am wide awake

because i know the

ocean wants you back

and i am terrified

to let go.

there’ll always be a place

where the water ends.

v.

satellites across the world.

if i close my eyes,

i can feel the waves of your heart

in the beat of the sky.

we don’t have to

be so far,

but we are.

we are. we are.

in another life,

we were neighbours

and you could

knock on my door

no matter the time.

in this life,

the ocean eats us

and we are never

on the same

side of the world.

yet i love you anyways.