Oh, how we long for you to be
returning home, still healthy
after having sailed away
leaving us waiting by the bay.

The vast ocean hasn’t shown
any signs that you’re still around.
We refuse to get entangled in this mystery.
Its sense of endlessness keeps us in agony.

Come, sail back home!
Grief has never been this suffocating.
Alive or dead, at least we’d know,
‘cause being in this kind of darkness is turning us hollow …
… with this gaping hole in our souls …

R.

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