Farewell to the Wanderer

Sometimes, life is like an ocean.

I tried to see you through,

I thought we’d made headway,

That we were sailing on the same tide

But it looks as if life’s currents,

Has pulled our grasped hands apart,

And sent you out to sea,

I screamed above the waves,

And tried to swim to you,

But the rip was too strong,

And a rogue wave carried you away,

I cried for you night and day,

Praying that the vast harshness had spared you,

I drifted farther and farther,

The nights becoming more terrifying without you,

And I nearly caved in,

In my coldest morning,

A ship passed me by,

Then turned around to rescue me,

Floating on nothing but a prayer,

And it seems that I have been saved,

Warm in bed at night,

A hand to hold mine,

And a future that was once ours,

Becoming mine and else’s,

All I can do here now,

Is set up a beacon on the shore,

And wait for a sign,

A message in a bottle,

Your sails on the grey horizon,

Or a flickering light out at sea,

I will always say a prayer,

Light a candle with my care,

And hope you have survived,

But now I must go,

Time is telling me to move,

So I will take one last look back,

And bid farewell to the wanderer.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[David Michael]

This was sad! And the poem had a wandering flow to go with the wandering of both the lost one and the one who is waiting - she still has a sense of directionlessness.

Despite what I just said, you might consider making those commas that should be periods into periods. While that does give more finality to some lines and sort of breaks that feel of wandering waves, it would be less confusing. Alternatively, you could get rid of ALL punctuation at the end of lines...

Interesting write - keep it up!

[Jazique]

You had a little rhyming at the end here and there and love the way you use the vast sea as what pulled you further from one another truly showing the drifting between you two. It was a wonderful creative poem that had some really nice lines to them as particularly for me "Light a candle with my care," as metaphor for which, you had many of. Anyways excellent job on this relating to others in many ways coming from their heart and mind but, sometimes the waves sway a different way.

[An owl on the moon]

There is such a mournful longing here.. calling across the sea.. across time.. reaching back to what was, but letting slip through the fingers.. This was so powerful.