"on a ship, you anchor the weight of your pain down into the sea,
surrounded by men dressed in similar wear and tear, you gaze longingly at the mocking blue that you stand in,
sending home letters to your girls, your wiggly handwriting being one thing they'd cherish forever,
thinking about your wife who never knew how to tell she missed you more than anything, especially now when you're gone,
they lay their hearts heavy with grief while yours always beat a little too quickly,
little did you know, another little girl would find your smile, would find you in the depth of her memories and she would wish for a day where she could remember your voice that lovingly called out to her,
little did you know, the comfortable pain you'd leave behind
little did you know, that my fingers writing this wished for you more than anything.
you let go of your anchor and fly to the sky,
taking your place on the clouds and join the other angels that watch us pass you by."
-k.v.
