U-boat

Thirty-two years ago
There was a boy:
he was not I.
There was a girl:
she was not you.
He went away
like I will do.

“I will be gone
on this nuclear submarine.
Please assure me
you’ll wait right here.
Babe, if I could
I would stay near.”

“I will wait,
but it won’t feel like waiting
as long as you
exist someplace.”

Seven years from then
That same young boy’s
sub floated home.
There was a note
on a grocery slip,
said “I have left
on a battleship.”

“I will wait,
but it won’t feel like waiting
as long as you
exist someplace.”

A couple days ago
in the middle
of the ocean,
a war broke loose
between two gods.
That same young boy and that girl that loved each other enough to wait forever, they met and they hugged and then they died together in the ocean.
What were the odds?

What were the odds?