The Templed Heart

You've lost your mate one decade gone, a longshoreman who bode his time upon the seas from dusk till dawn. Knew every route, when he should climb the towering waves to safely ground his skiff, bring men home in their prime to families, lovers, safe and sound. After those years spent in your arms, to deal with him not being around, you potter in an empty farm where laughter used to scrape the sky. Despondently, you sought to calm your loneliness with Kentucky rye. On certain days it's overdone, like anniversaries. You sigh about the past, thinking if the one thing that can save you is a smoking gun.