The mid morning sun found me reborn,
spying on us through the skylight.
The boat rocked with the gentle ebb of tide.
I wore his shirt, my hair knotted, and eyes raw.
And he's still here.
And for the first time in so long,
I'm content without knowing
whether this will last.
Under his coffee ground gaze,
as I stand on the bunk and peer up into the blue sky,
this is enough.
And he is enough.
