The waters edge I did not stand beside at sunset

-Bryanna Millis

My eyes yearn

for the water's edge I did not 

stand beside at sunset

as the world was changing

and ever more the same.

For the lightest of footprints

I did not leave in the sand

on my way there or back.

 

My mouth longs

for the coffee I did not 

drink in the morning light

after a night spent 

confusing the present with eternity.

For the long hands and lowered eyes 

of the waiter who did not set my cup 

so gently down.

 

My heart aches

for the city I did not 

love in summer

the endless tangle of its history 

playing out across clattering stone streets.

For the maps that did not show me the way

to the memories that were never made.