By tropical waters, she waits by the shore
Waits for a man who comes by no more
Watches the ships as they drift out of sight
Waits for me there 'neath ocean starlight
Sadly she weeps till the sea meets the dawn
But the seagulls cry out that I am long gone
Her heart slowly dying in dark shades of blue
As distant grey schooners escape from her view
Like those sad schooners, I'm miles away
Her face fills my mind as the wind sweeps the bay
No more her sweet laughter and colorful art
And that precious caring that sheltered my heart
No more her warm smile to rescue me here
As I gaze out on cold waters from this Quincy pier.
By Night Flyer (c) 2017
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This is a poem I wrote in 2013 (and discovered yesterday) lamenting my seperation from my best friend in Florida after I moved back to Massachusetts. By this time she was living in a nursing home and passed away the following year.