Written by Emily Harstone | February 28, 2017
It was time to say goodbye.
the boat and her were gone.
The corpses bobbing underneath were chum.
Into eternity, my heart leads me.
She would meet the sea today
Sometimes Ishmael longed to go back . . .
Reaching into his pocket; making sure.
Don’t stop me. I’m going home.
Long walk, short dock? Not today.
Walking through the darkest for sunshine
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It was time to say goodbye.
the boat and her were gone.
The corpses bobbing underneath were chum.
Into eternity, my heart leads me.
She would meet the sea today
Sometimes Ishmael longed to go back . . .
Reaching into his pocket; making sure.
Don’t stop me. I’m going home.
Long walk, short dock? Not today.
Walking through the darkest for sunshine