Ben Crowder /writing

The sight of you

Published November 2019.

The sight of you begins to curl away,

off to a world and time I’ll never know.

My sob-stained pleas can never make you stay,

and through it all I wish you wouldn’t go.

Goodbye, my love. I hope it’s not for long.

I pray the Lord will carry you back home.

Remember us, your stalwarts brave and strong,

no matter where or when your ship must roam.

We’ll wait for you, though months or barren years

may die before we see your face once more.

We’ll bide our time in patience, love. My tears

will dry. And now I softly close the door.

I go back to the dishes, drying plates

and dreaming of that blissful future date.