Yet another simmering ember of my past, this plea was again to love, a love that I had to let go. I sat and watched all my chances to rebuild the bridges I was burning go up with the flame, but it was a controlled burn, a preening of my heart, and a disintegration of the selfish loneliness that begged me to reel that love back in and laud over it in my cozy cave, comfortable with the rot of it in my arms, slowly decaying for my own self pleasure. So, without further bittersweet adieu, here is the poetic sequel to “Goodbye”.
A Word In The Sand
Goodbye, again, Goodbye,
Seems that every time I try
“Goodbye” is what I say
He never found my island,
though I know he tried.
I’d leave him letters in the sand
before I’d run and hide
Pretty words on sandy turf
that faded with the waving surf
If you read it, if you’d try
You’d only see my sad goodbye
Did you hear my muffled cry?
was what I’d wished I wrote a lie?
I don’t know.
No man is an island
and that No Man is me,
No Man waiting in the fog,
waving like the sea.
No Man sitting on a log,
immovable as me.
I can see you searching still,
leaving from my piers,
but soon I know you never will,
words will wash with tears.
My last chance soon will see me,
turning like a light,
with warnings of the rocks ahead
at dimming, fading height.
You’re turning one last time to talk
and soon will turn around.
You’re screaming from your Widow’s Walk
and I hear not a sound.
You were a grace I could not pray,
a path that I did gladly stray,
a cold shock on a summer’s day
that woke me from this listless fray,
and as I let you go today
my heart said words I wouldn’t say.
Wants that bid me ask you stay,
selfish words I put away.
A treasure trove of silly thoughts,
for only me to see,
full of “could haves” and “could nots”
and dreams that would not be.
A hearth of fiery regret,
books of what I’ve learned,
things I will not soon forget
and what we both have burned.
I hide here in my treasure cave,
you’re searching one last round.
The S.O.S. you cannot save
will never now be found.
I feel the glow you lit here,
It warms me in the cold.
I know your way will soon be clear,
I pray you can be bold.
We sailed the great expanse, we did.
We blazed the blue, like sky.
I hope it never changes, kid,
I hope you never try.
I hope the sky of sea we sailed
caused a title wave.
I hope the ship we two availed
is never ever saved.
The pirate’s life in love we lived,
the pirate gods we thank,
with not a sin we’ve done forgived,
I gladly walk the plank.
So on my island I will stay,
sad to watch you go
and knowing, some how, in a way,
that, yes, it must be so.
I only ask, that it may be,
that sometimes when you see the sea,
for just one moment think of me,
a single moment, full and free
Not one second ever more,
just enough to crack a smile,
just a-glance the lonely shore,
one moment in a while
to remember, maybe, how we dreamed,
how we laughed and fought so wild,
even when we sometimes screamed
like some little angry child.
How every word and each complaint
was just another stroke of paint
on the canvas that is you
and now, in part, am I there too,
painted pictures of the sea,
treasure maps of you and me,
and though I still am here, it’s true.
Apart of me ’s a part of you
Now as you turn your head to sea
and sail by stars alight above,
I write upon the sand again,
by moon, my one last word is