a Poem by Raquel Swann

In the middle of the night

On A deserted island

I glance up at a familiar sky

Constellations have changed

Stars realign themselves

Before my very eyes.

Tides are rising

Water rushes to my feet

Two row boats quake

Within the wake of the waves

I wish not to return,

I cannot.

There is nothing for me

Within the confines of civilization

For when the liquid passes over

My nostrils, I will surely drown.

Fear not,

Don’t hold such things so dear,

When he’s gone for good,

It shall be celebrated.

By few.

Mourned by most.

She can swim for miles

Across a great divide.

She is stronger

She is better.

She is finality

Incomparable beauty.

A Vision of reality.

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