I complained to the wind that you never hear me—
all the songs I play, all the melodies I sing—
they never danced away to reach your ears.
I scolded the sun because you can't see me—
for shining too much against your eyes,
I become the silhouette watching from afar.
I accused the invisible sea that separates us—
for dividing the ground into two different islands,
that continue to float towards opposite paths.
Most of all, I blamed the force that draws me to you—
like the magnet that continues to pull me in hard
to the edge of the cliff where my feet stand.