Floating along in a mindless voyage
Buoyed up and down
In a bubbly prattle of waves
Pieces of driftwood
Wondering where they belong.
Holding on to past aches
Ignoring nebulous signs
Playing games of ‘may be today’
Each day—a day of anticipation
Each night, a valley of loneliness!
We have drifted apart~
I have silenced the songs of my heart
And walked away, weathered and beaten,
A solitary piece of driftwood!(C)