I stand at the shore
Waving my hand
To those who
Have embarked on
The journey
I am not invited
Like quicksilver,
Their smiles, faces,
Voices, hands, mannerisms
Disappear into the fog,
Toward sunrise, sunset,
Rise up to the stars
Of the navy night sky.
My bruised and battered heart
Aches
All of you whom I have loved
Have left me to repair myself,
To mend the tears in the squares
Of the quilt of my life.
Feeling abandoned,
I turn from the shore
And move forward
Alone.
Eve Remillard
6/13/2015