I bring my whole heart to the ferry after the storm. I leave unrequited love behind.

I enter the ferry after the storm and my body recognizes you first.

I breathe in cold wool against my arm and lose the sentence I practiced.

I watch you hold a torn map from the life we almost kept.

I know this meeting matters because I need my love returned.

I let it happen when the captain announces there will be no return crossing.

I say your name and watch your shoulders soften.

I notice your answer arrive in your hands before your mouth.

I remember how quietly you once learned my body.

I feel warmth become evidence without becoming an answer.

I name unrequited love before hope can rename it.

I hear you begin with my favorite version of my name.

I let a torn map hold the warmth I cannot.

I let your explanation finish without rescuing it.

I finally hear that you love the way I love you, not me.

I keep my face still while my chest loses its balance.

I reach the upper deck before my composure does.

I stop when you say there is one truth left.

I face you with only one handspan between us.

I wait for the sentence that could change the meaning of tonight.

I reach for you inside the ferry after the storm, but you love the way I love you, not me.