I want a boat,
That takes me home,
On deserted drizzling days,
When pain can hide,
In rain masked faces,
And burdens seek to bury,
Under drenched dropped shoulders.

When the oarsman’s hum,
Downs the silences,
Of our parting songs,
Our unheard sobs.

When your image imprints,
In chiseled memory stones,
Concealed beneath heavy eyelids,
Seeking to hide,
Under an umbrella cloak.

I want that boat.

~S~

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