Whose life is that? I think I know.

The traveller who does not seem to want to go.

I watch her frown and say hello.

/

She gives her head a shake,
And sobs until the tears draw.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds song.

/

The water is quiet, big and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Until then she cannot sleep.

/

She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of loneliness on her mind,
She discards her daily bread.
Facing the day, never looking behind.