O dearest of mine,
My eyes incline across shore lines each and every day.
My heart is crushed and swept away by waves of time
Sand in hour glass; hours dipped into days that pass
Without a hint of where you’ve been.
I miss you.
These words stain like residue on my ragged clothes;
They impose insults like tissues on gashes; They fail to heal these wounds I feel.
My mind reels with thoughts of survival, thoughts of you my catch, baited by the hope that I might see you again;
For you see, I’ve fallen for you hook line and sinker.
The hook to the lines of this song being that I sink her;
This boat we both came on; but I refrain from singing those lines again.
This island could’ve been paradise; but I fear it’s more like hell without you.
You only feel stranded when what matters most is gone from you and so I call this island deserted.
Yet I have no choice but to call this place home
Because its shore is my only constant;
I’m not sure to see you again and so my home cooked
meals are regret and resentment.
It was all smooth sailing until we hit the rock;
The storms were raging and in titanic climax,
it all fell apart.
Dashed to pieces like the ribbon at the end of the race:
Our time together finished. First came love,
Then came disaster;
Third the foundation broke apart, and tumbling after came the
I wish I could’ve said to you that I knew what I was doing;
That I was the captain and assured you the safety from
But I blundered. My misguided arrogance was the ignorance that tore us asunder;
I was oblivious to the nautical stimulus
That drove us overboard. By the time I recognized what
had happened, it was gone.
My joy, my peace; my everything.
All that’s left is the glistening of these here bottles
and fumbling of my fingers on the parchment,
Trying my best to not mess this up too.
I still can’t believe I’ve lost you;
I don’t know where you are; A prisoner to the sea,
it’s unknown to me; in the garrison of some foreign
mission; a slave to the Bermuda triangle; all bad angles
if you look at it.
All I know is what you meant to me.
You were my serenity in a trying time;
A partner in crime set up by the divine;
Navigating me towards destinies that meant the best for me: You were genuinely concerned for me.
Your company was the Vitamin C for my scurvy,
The Gravol for my journey, the way for me
To rest easy. The safe place for me to speak freely,
To arrest the daily façade of niceties to just have
a place of honesty and community.
My prayer partner; my life partner. My trophy.
I didn’t win any competition though; I was just so lucky
To have you.
I know this in itself is folly, but in light of the
Current affairs that surround this ocean,
My prayer is that this gets to you.
A response is even more an absurdity but as long
As I believe you are out there,
I must believe.
I’ll trust you. So trust me.
Signed, sealed, and administered.
In this vessel, I pray it be delivered.
I love you.