FOR A TIME
We sat,
hands touching, faces locked,
eyes fleetingly meeting.
Within those monosyllabic moments
we watched the guarded gate.
Determined
You lie
inert.
In and out of your world
with eyes closed and breath hanging.
Out to sea in your one man home grown boat.
My male Ophelia slowly drowning.
We slip out
unnoticed.
Into our world and fill our cups
with institutionalised sustenance.
And we don’t see you take your leave.
Or roll away the stone.
So you slip away
at first light.
Making way for the others who are just entering,
on the next wave.