It was like standing at the end of a dock,
Staring out to sea,
Toes curled over the edge as I mustered all the power I could to make him stay.
But he was a ship that had already set sail.
Sights set on other things.
Things other than me.
Things I couldn't understand or see.
And that was okay.
Until his sights steered back towards me.
Though not me.
Another me,
another her,
another she.