Alone
I can't see the ship any more. The sails were so tall I though I'd see it forever but it has gone. The gulls are crying too, but their voices fade, as though they too are leaving me. The water laps against the walls of the harbour as though it is trying not to disturb my thoughts.
Had I only realised sooner perhaps the parting would not be so painful and yet…perhaps not. At least this was the swiftest way, like falling suddenly into cold water and finding it bearable. I weep, despite myself.
He is gone, but I remain.