Your paper boat of a life embarks,
setting sail into the captive sea
of forgetful mist.
As you wave from the creaking rail,
those frown-crowned ripples of recognition,
blink ever more slowly as I stand to leave.
The signal horn of yet another year blasts,
as you slide away from anchorage
beneath a feeble bony wave.
I’ll linger on this bereft lonely quay,
and peer into your enveloping gloom
call out my name, it’s me, still here.
© Graham Sherwood 2009
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