Fishing

After she was gone,
you cast a long line
into the next world.

I would’ve sat forever
watching those lazy coils dip
in and out of memory lake.
While you hid your hurt in
light draws on the reel.

But at last the line went.
Your grey eyes lit.
Your journey set.

I could only watch
as she finally came tugging,
gently reeling you in.

 Buried Letter Press – March 2015