The Navigator

In loving memory of B. M. W.

I loved you like a battle I would not lose

Love is not one kind

And loved you like a sailor loves the skies

Or the deep blue

The moon

I settled for land

Not able to breathe underwater

With you

But have struggled since to find

That power

Which since you may have lost

There are those in love with the divine

But narcissists deserve admiration, not love

I loved you for what you could see

But you couldn’t see me

You were never quite satisfied with me

From the start, there was something wrong

With my voice

The things I wore

The way I did my makeup

I never fit the description of your goddess

Which you sought

On every page

In every sound

I write this in remembrance of you

As if each fragment of a moment

Could multiply like ivy

Reach you were you are

Yet you still hear me

I still remember even dreams of you

Perhaps you are just a dream of mine

That made some semblance of reality

A silken thread too delicate to be seen

Shines in the light

I loved you best when you were far

When I was with my mother

In Paris

Or a place like New York

You always knew how to write

To make me feel almost loved

I know, I was not the only one to not

Understand

The way we loved

Each other

Like sunlight and water

We could never touch, but reflected

Each other

Each movement like crystal

And tragically misaligned

I know, you were scared of what I knew

But I was not scared of you

I got rid of my hair

Pierced my lip and ears

But I would not get rid of you

You never lost your upper hand

Like the moon at midnight

But submission, too, has its benefits

When I submitted to you, I submitted

To the you in my heart

You knew this, but too afraid—

You were my moon, it was

Predestined

That I should stare

Evening after evening

Mouth forever agape

Eyes shining with your reflection

Our meeting could only be a result of

Something twisted in the cards

Over riches, over art

I picked the one who loved me best

Who breathed like a cell in my body

But you, darling boy, the one of

Golden hair turned brown

And eyes firmed affixed to the stars

May we find peace in our hearts

In another lifetime

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