The Girl On the Shore

the girl on the shore. my father, he died today wordless, tearless grief for the petered life tendrils of sorrow that curls around your heart, most inconveniently and the lingering dusting of sadness constant what is the measure what is the worth of a man's failings and his best efforts? my father, he has crossed over the door has closed, finally and forever while we who live live the incessant demands on this journey, first of grief and then of dawning normalcy till joy returns and laughter comes alongside a breath, a shadow so mere and too fleeting i am the who the girl stands on the shore. and the waves beckon with their endless and eternal song.