Water Song

On the boat from Haiti I died –

I died from the letters that drifted into the ocean,

melted into the water.

I died as the ink washed away

page after page of words

I wrote you.

I died at the thought of you –

alone – never knowing, truly

how much I loved you.

The truth is

I died the moment

I caught my last glimpse

of you.


On the boat from Haiti

I was a ghost

lamenting my lost love.

One thought on “Water Song

  1. A haunting and haunted poem reminding us, as readers, that the lives of refugees fleeing by water are so much more than just their flight. A reminder that they, too, are just like us in mourning lost loves, having personal intimate regrets, etc.

    Good work!

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