Poem

2:21:04
I'm Standing in the surf, feeling the sand slip out from under me.
The waves lick at my ankles.
I stare out at all the ships that have sailed.
Friends and lovers.
opportunities past.
You're there, the second speck to the right.

White canvas dots the ocean of my life.
The waves reach my knees now, and I look up in time to see him pass by.
He waves half heartedly.
The Jolly Roger Flapping in the wind.
He sails out to join the rest.
Becoming just another triangle of white.

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