To be elsewhere

Coincidences,

do you believe in them?

I do.

That coastal cottage

the one where we spent

those idyllic days

listening to the gulls.

Then it was over and you were gone

again

leaving me with a novel to spin

in my heart.

Years have passed

and I can still smell the sea

and the salt

on that bag of chips we shared

looking out at a lost horizon.

When we met again

it was as if

we had never been apart,

in seconds

we knew that years

would never mean anything to us.

All of these times,

the coincidences~

the waiting,

to

be

elsewhere.