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The non-stop rocking
This bloody boat is going to make me sick.
Is it really the boat though?
Or is it the twisted look on his face?
The one that leaves me lying awake
At night, tossing and turning like this
Ship amidst the unruly tides?
I kept reaching for more chances
To keep him here: first, marriage,
Then the bundle of life squirming out
Of my grasp in my lap.
Seeing now that a baby would never
Keep him from her, her lustful stare
Pulling him back in repeatedly
Like the tides going in and out,
In and out.
I look for something in his
Eyes now, anything to help me navigate
Those ocean-blue orbs and what he may be
Thinking.

Nothing.

Hunched over the oars, muscles contracting
To bend the surrounding water to his will.
Back and forth, back and forth.
I see the sweat dripping from his brow,
Trying to distract himself from what is sitting
Right in front of him.
A wife, and our collaborated life
Fussing and reaching for his own rippling reflection. The distance between us exponentially
Grew the day he was born.
Feeling like another chore we switched
Back and forth, back and forth
From tending to.
We vowed only death could bring us apart.
But ironically a life has seemed to do that.
Until death do us part,
Until death do us part...
No one said whose death it had to be.
Maybe the ending of this life could
Promise a new one.
For us.
To be happy, to come back to each other.
Finally having the freedom he looks for
In her with me again.
Looking to the water I see an oasis
Staring back at me, mirroring this dream,
Drawing me in with its hope.
It could be so simple.
The tides just picked up and I lost my grip
On him.

An accident.
He reached for something he saw in the water
And plunged into the sea.
A simple mistake.
I would have dove in after him,
But I am unable to swim.
As his writhing body sinks to the depths
Of the sea my heart rises to the top with new hope.
A sacrifice.
A life for a life.
Another chance I strain to grasp for.

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“A Girl with a Watering Can”