uncertain seas

It’s tempting to look
for a warm glow from your room.

A singular lighthouse for
a singular ship
seeking sanctuary from uncertain seas.

It’s tempting to look
but I glance at the window
each time I drive by
that familiar house.

It’s tempting to look,
to send you a sign.

If the light is on,
would you call out to me?
If I send a message in a bottle,
Would you want these emotions pent up in me?
If I throw you a line,
would it lead you back to me? 

It’s selfish to ask,
but do you miss me? 

You’re oceans away,
you’re hours ahead,
you’re far from the times,
you held me in your bed. 

On evenings I’m brave enough to peek,
I don’t see that lonely light. 

An unusual clarity
in our usual ambiguity.