Written by Emily Harstone | February 28, 2017
The day he let her go.
From the storm’s edge he watched
The ocean spoke of waters untraveled.
Trusting it will be here.
somewhere on the horizon she waits.
Biting air cooled his fiery mood
Took long walk off short pier.
Took long walk off short pier
The boat is gone, he thought.
The boat is gone, he thought incredulously.
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The day he let her go.
From the storm’s edge he watched
The ocean spoke of waters untraveled.
Trusting it will be here.
somewhere on the horizon she waits.
Biting air cooled his fiery mood
Took long walk off short pier.
Took long walk off short pier
The boat is gone, he thought.
The boat is gone, he thought incredulously.