Sitting Alone
Staring out to sea, is it the horizon he watches?
The sun how it sets?
He sits and he stares with a look in his eye.
A look so sad, so alone, just staring out to sea.
‘Are you ok?” I ask slowly moving by his side
He beckons me to sit on the sand a while, as he stares out to sea
Not at me.
He’s an elderly man, on a vacation he had planned
Months ago with his wife, the love of his life
She too loves to sit and stare at the sea
It’s their anniversary, fifty years of wedded bliss
She loves jewels he says, now holding an ornate box in his hand
Gently and lovingly he caresses it, as he stares out to sea
Not at me
From far away they came, running from the cold
To the island of paradise where the sunset is gold
He looks at the box a smile on his face
Staring out to sea
Not at me
He smiles ever so slight
for that second as the golden ball sets
He squeezes the box and on the horizon the green light flashes
He opens it gently and in the waves, spreads her ashes.
A tear down his cheek, staring out to sea
Not at me
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Graham Bannister is a member of the group “League of Extraordinary Poets “ (LXP) in Barbados, where he also engages as a Spoken Word artist. He has been recognized with a 2012 NIFCA award for his prose.
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Beautiful
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