Adrift

When all the interactions of the day left me exhausted, and lost, When I would start to drift, To let the currents of solitude swallow my little boat- You would come for me, you would take the helm. You would point me towards home again. Now that you are gone, I stay adrift. Unmoored, there is no darker sea than this. No lonelier waters, nor more barren shores. I come to where the ocean is born I dip my toes into the glassy blackness, I let my dress slip from my shoulders And I dive into these dark, dark waters.