when the ships come down

You tell yourself such easy comforts.
Love unrequieted, requited.
impossible – circumstance, bad-timing.
Ships that pass in the night – such guff …
Easier to say than sort it out,
easier than beating a swath through obstacle.
Turn back to Delphic oracle –
Enough of stupid lies, endless riddles.
Do not comfort yourself with a sigh and dull ‘if onlys’
The If leads somewhere.
It is indicative of hope; you have none.
An option is either taken or not taken.
This is you at the helm of your life –
Master of your fate.
A Calvinist now, you -  
Your future she predetermines.
Now there’s something new –

I have made my right choices.
Clearly marked each check-box,
Accounted for known variables.
I waited only for you: the X –
the integer needed to complete the proof –
I was certain of your love;
It was before me in black and white letters -
Now tap-water weak. Not the sum of the whole.
Interloper, interloper.
Tell me, love,
Where will you be when the ships come down?