There is no closure
In watching things slip away
Slowly
Like a unnamed boat
Carrying namesaked lovers
To unknown lands
Before
Telephones
And text,
Grasping
At an image
Of a ship in the distance–
But memories fresh,
Wondering if their loves
Will come back
Or if their ship
Will come.
I like it!
thanks Paul!:D
Nice piece,
fine work! 🙂