Almost in Between
Before the first light pierced the dark,
Before the first wave left its mark,
Before the moon knew how to weep,
Before the sea learned how to deep —
There was a wound that time could not mend,
A love with no beginning, nor end.
Two souls formed from the very same breath,
Destined to love, destined to death —
But not each other’s. Never each other’s.
Just two strangers orbiting under covers
Of stars that watched and laughed and knew
—
The universe was cruel to you.
I know you are my dream.
But,
I knew it the moment I first saw you.
You were never meant to be mine.
And still —
knowing doesn’t stop the wanting.
And wanting doesn’t stop the ache.
And aching doesn’t stop the dying
every single day you wake.
Even the atoms that built us
were never allowed to touch.
They formed our bones,
our blood,
our breath —
then pushed us apart
like we were a mistake the cosmos made
and spent eternity trying to correct.
You are the moon that pulls the tides,
the reason I rise and fall and ache.
I am the sun that burns on the other side —
but how do we meet when the world won’t break?
You call my waters to your light,
I chase your face across the night.
But when I rise, you fade away —
and when you shine, I cannot stay.
Two forces bound by ancient laws,
pulling each other without a pause —
yet never close enough to feel,
never real enough to heal.
Like God separated heaven from hell,
He made you an angel, and me a demon.
You with your light,
your grace,
your glow —
me with my fire,
my ache,
my screaming.
We were never meant to share the same sky.
You rise while I fall.
I burn while you shine.
And somewhere in between —
we exist in the space of almost.
I was born from salt and deep.
She was carved from light and air.
We were not made to intertwine —
only to yearn, only to pine.
The sea reaches for the sky,
but clouds dissolve when waves rise high.
I burn like suns that fade to dust.
She glows like moons that sailors trust.
We orbit close, yet never meet —
two halves of one incomplete beat.
They say the sea shines blue
because it steals the sky’s own hue.
I am beautiful only because
she lets me borrow her sorrow.
She needs me too —
to reflect her lonely call.
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We make each other beautiful
from miles apart —
but beauty is not love.
Reflection is not touch.
Needing someone desperately
does not mean you get them much.
Sometimes God bends the light,
lets the moon slide across the sun —
an eclipse.
In that stolen second, I see her.
She darkens the world just to be seen.
But even then —
she does not fall.
She does not touch.
God made the eclipse
just so I could see her —
but never, ever, hold.
The world is round so we can see
each other across every day —
never resting, never meeting.
She sets as I arise.
The planet bends to keep us apart.
Close enough to see.
Far enough to grieve.
What cruelty — to shape our souls
from the same dust, yet scatter us?
If I could, I’d crawl through black holes
just to hold her.
But I am ocean.
She is sky.
Oceans cannot learn to fly.
I weep in tidal waves.
She weeps in silver rain.
We drown together —
again and again.
The sea is blue because it reflects the sky.
Without her, I am dark.
She shines because I watch.
Without me, she is lonely light.
We give each other purpose
in the space that keeps us apart.
We are beautiful because we are broken.
We are endless because we can never end.
And maybe —
that is enough.
enough.
enough to be seen.
To be needed.
To be the reason the other glows.
Not here. Not now. Not ever.
But my soul will wait —
through dying suns and reborn spheres —
for that one impossible moment
when the sky finally falls
and the sea finally rises
and we collide
like we were always meant to.
Until then —
I burn for you.
I ache for you.
I am nothing
but the endless, hopeless, desperate sea
that will never stop reaching
for the sky.
The sea shines blue because it reflects the sky.
They need each other to look beautiful,
even with a gap between them.
The world curves away to keep them apart —
so they can look at each other
across the whole planet,
without end.
And God made the eclipse just to let them see each other —
but never, ever, touch.
