the boat rolls back
the ores row back
taking one more thing away
each stride in reverse
he pulls
nothing has been said
every breath a forsaken word
a protest to the loud
silent pain
there is no one to hear
he shouts
all he sees is her
she is not there
he cannot touch her
he’ll never hear her
he sits
he slides back to the caves
floating over the beating waves
he lays back and lets go
far gone the beach line
he drifts
the sky is blue
the water is blue
he is alive
the boat rolls back
Kate Lunsford 
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