Where the ocean met the sea

And when you think of me

remember that house 

by where the ocean met the sea.

Where we watched seagulls play against a darkening sky.

Where everything felt far away, 

yet incredibly close.

You whispered your honest thoughts to me

of how the waters met but never mixed.

A division that would never be reconciled 

as they collided against each other 

until the end of time.

And I replied about how each was a different shade of blue.

How both were beautiful in their own right

but seeing the seam made the magic real.

It was what united them while setting them apart.

And as night pinned stars to the sky,

we sat there for a bit longer.

By where the ocean met the sea

but never truly mixed.