Leaving, for ports unknown, he said

She felt that pang, a silent dread

No longer anchored, her feelings, kept

She watched, then turned and quietly wept

Bracelets around her wrist, a reminder

No matter what, he’d always find her

For she was his reason to come back alive

The only thing he needed, to survive

The long journey’s, carried over the seas

Knowing she’d be waiting, his beautiful Elouise

 

May Writing Prompt:  Anchored avenues – Day 31/31 – Hard to believe another month has flown by.  Many thanks to Michelle for keeping us motivated!  Bring on June!  ❤

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