Sunday, 20 November 2016

White handkerchief

I’m standing in the dark old wooden dock
Closing my eyes to see clearly
I’m just listening
To the sound of splashes slapping the stones below
To the harsh hum of the wind in my ear
To the distant laughters of people nearby
to the creaking of the woods
to the faint crittering of creatures
to my own heavy breathing
it’s when you see nothing when you feel everything
When I opened my eyes I saw you in that scene
I saw everything from that moment the Captain said “All aboard!”
You waved your white handkerchief
And then the sea  swayed you away forever.


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