Hurt is an ocean between us,
one whose waves have driven me away
so far,
that if I ever tried to find my way back
to remember where you are,
I would lose myself.
And if I ever do find myself
on the same spot the waves have driven me from,
you would be too far to recognize,
and this ocean between us would be too vast
for me to ever look past it
at you.
(wrote this a long time ago, and it makes me sigh each time I read it)