by myself.

a poem for the 52 week challenge

I find the boat sitting tied to the dock.
I feel sad as she is no longer around.
I climb in and release it so it can move away,
And with the breeze in the air it does.
As it floats away into the deeper reaches of the water,
The moon peaks its head about the horizon
Ever rising higher and higher so it can see further and further into my soul.
I sit there thinking of her,
Knowing she isn’t suffering anymore,
Knowing she is at peace with herself, and her God.
I cried but only the moon can see.