Two people who pass in the night on a ship...I feel the crushed fantasy, the yearning. Many years ago, on a whale-watching outing, I was chatting with a man who had the most beautiful green eyes...until my "friend" swooped in and charmed him out from under me...so to speak. Not exactly the same scenario, but your poem reminded me of the feeling of loss of something I never had. Nicely done.

I've spent time on the Staten Island Ferry. It was always a somewhat cold, but nice ride. The picture you painted here is much more interesting than my memories of it. Excellent write.