We Went On the Boat - a Sonnet For David

It was our pride and joy, that boat...our prize. We'd sail to Key West every year in fall, After summer downpours left the noon. We made our pact there as we both had suffered from the plague ungluing all our lives. Now, I'm here next to his pallid body - pale blue masque on, jaw aslack, grotesque. He made the leap; he had escaped, was gone Upon a journey I could not attend. He left me all alone to to sail solo. Yet, he was captain and I his lowly mate. Who would pull the spinnaker to catch the breeze? Or talk with me as a person, unaffected? Now, I was all alone just cast upon the water... I sold that boat...