Adrift

Daily 

she stood upon the widow’s walk

eyes straining to see

masts against the sky

her man coming home 

to her 

at last.

Like a wicked tale

storms

bedeviled ship

abandoned

floundering 

no where near here.

When at first 

the day did pass

no ship on the horizon

she worried not.

Now 

a decade later

she knew he was not coming home

he would never be back.

A heart can be broken

yet not accept the truth

tis easier  to ignore.

She bedecked herself

in garish make up

clown like 

her gown sparkling

with tiny glass pieces.

When found

picture in hand

they all agreed

finally now she had peace.

 

December 22/18

Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash