“I caught myself standing
at the edge of the pier.
My mind had been racing and wondering
for minutes that seemed like hours.
Each wave crashing onto shore
made me think of you;
the same waves that once took you away from me.
I remembered running
down from Captains Cove
and calling your name.
I know you heard me.
My arms were out stretched,
grasping for you.
That day I watched you forget me.
You boarded
at the end of the dock.
Without a look goodbye
you slumped the sack
of your belongings down.
And the boat set sail.
I felt my heart drip
through my body and onto the ground
that my knees had made friends with.
My hands clenched my chest
In a feeble attempt
To keep the rest of
my heart intact.
So dear when you
set sail again;
don’t expect me
to run from Captains Cove
and fall to pieces
on that dock.
I will turn
and walk away
This memory
with torn edges
will lead to my goodbye
I will forget you someday.
And when that day arrives
I will never again
Stand apon this dock
Wishing it was you and I;
not by myself with my shadow to get me by.”
