A Touch of Blue

title: “after countless nights alone with a telescope, i found a theory that may explain our falling out.”

the hypothesis:

we were not always like this, all swords and nothing.

map out our life on a timeline, and you would see something like tides.

i would never call it shallow, but certain

barriers

make a difference when discussing depths and distance.

materials and procedures:

“i’ve never had a boyfriend because the boys i loved only played with girls who live on mountain tops.”

“i love her and she loves me, but the key word here is ‘best friend’ and i’m not sure if we should keep weaving.”

step one, and the only:

mix.

the experiment:

pay attention now, you don’t want to miss this;

i dissected our conversations down to the blueprints.

the words we thought sounded like “i love you”

were the echoes of our lonely lives, stretched to compensate unrequited affection.

when we set our relationship out to sea,

we forgot a mathematician.

experimental error:
here is where chemistry lessons would have mattered more than calculations:

a few weeks on the ocean, we sailed without a clue of navigation.

we were no sailors, but the waves felt like a flower bed, but

s e p e r a t e

the molecules; dissolve and extract evidence . . .

. . . . . the conclusion:

salt water and sand

share atomic structures.

fear and love was only in our minds;

we let it shape ambiguity into fantasies.

scientifically speaking,
you and i
never left the shore.

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