He watched the seagulls drifting with the wind
He watched the horizon rising from the sea
so far away
One day at a time, they say
but sometimes that is not enough
Sometimes all days crash into each other
Sometimes yesterday is never gone
He stood alone, his grey hair brushed by the wind
his workman’s hands quiet at his side
He watched for signs of her breath
her laugh, her flowing hair, her Southern voice
Once there were two, now there is one
and that is not enough
His ragged breath drifts away
into the wind
toward the horizon
searching for a way back to her
StoryGirl 