lonely, watching, unfulfilled
breezes play with her hair...
... she imagines his hands are there
the curtain caresses her shoulder...
... as he takes her in his arms
the ocean beyond the window
reminds her of the pain
a ship meanders by, groaning under the load...
... was that his voice?
the sails pull taut, the vessel lurches forward...
... will he be back?
the sirens claimed another
his ship shall not return
this, she must accept