The Ship


An anchor lands in my stomach
Holding it's ship tightly in place,
The ship then goes on to plumage
And soon a blank stare captures my face,
The ship travels to my brain
To recall the memories I contain,
I remember picking you up
And twirling you down,
I remember the smile on your face
I successfully replaced that frown,
I remember my mother leaving
And seizing the opportunity,
I remember nature trying to disrupt us
But it wasn't strong enough to stop you and me.
The ship pulls these out
So that I don't stop trying,
To fight for it to work
And to keep it from dying,
Now the anchor is loosening
The ship did its job,
It's time to stop circling
And yank the bandaid of the scab,
Our business is unfinished
You know that too,
I miss your tender kiss
I miss you

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