NARRATIVE POETRY

Ocean View

Mirage of Closure

A woman with piercing blue eyes holds glowing string lights close to her face — Photo by Myicahel Tamburini

You floated into view
pulling thirsty eyes behind your wake
mooring your vessel
silhouetted against the Blue Moon poster
dropping down like the setting sun

hair caught in a bun
loose bangs in a dangle
so tasteful for the open mic night
always temporary
you were alone tonight
but we were never monogamous

the problem with us was mine alone
in wanting us to be just us
suspicious of the many
taking in your ocean view
while I was on board with your skin
anointed with the sun’s essence
freshly sea-salted
accepting your invitation
to enter your port of destination

I called you out on this
you called me condescending
left me ghosted
and
unresolved