It's the strangest feeling
to be anchored to a ship so far away
Sweet and deep and close and then
Bland and empty and uncomfortable.
Pathetic and below me, then
He is mine and I feel kind again
It's a small thing, a trinket brought by train
Too few words and too many...
It's I-love-you and Me-too and I-miss-you and I-know
It's the initial dance of the less-than-intimate yet
Today indelible and strong
Tomorrow, forced--then gone.