The Tide

Your love is like time.

It unfolds and refolds and unfolds again and again.

It has never happened, and already happened and it is happening now.

I am the heavens

Intangible and untouchable.

I am cold and vast.

You are the tide.

You come when you are wanted.

Predictably rising and falling.

And who ever heard of the tide loving the universe?

You are weak, fragile, and easily controlled.

Have I done something worse?

I am not sorry,

Nor have I ever been sorry.

And I do not love you,

Nor will I ever love you.