Incomplete

You seemed to have figured out the tools to disarm me
Persistence and humor
Pushing back against my stubbornness
I would catch myself smiling
Wandering in my thoughts of you
How I saw you staring at me from the corner of my eye
The stupid jokes and small details you remembered
Were we just a missed mark?
Ships passing on the sea?
Your chapter feels incomplete but maybe
I just succumb to wishful thinking too often