Stranded on a sand bank

He touches my hand and then his book,
thinking of other things I guess
than of my hand and of his book,
his eyes drifting away. ‘t is fine,
as long as I am at his side, why speak.
why say what’s obvious, why look?

Our boat has stranded on a bank,
we should get dressed maybe,
we need to catch the tide.
I want to feel his skin on mine.
I see the water in the setting sun,
the water’s bleak. Goodbye has just begun.

Comments on: "Stranded on a sand bank" (6)

  1. “the water’s bleak. Goodbye has just begun”. Wow. That line is full of ambivalent resonances. It’s often hard to know if you are engaging or disengaginf from the man, but the delicacy of the emotion is clear and powerful. You are a treasure to read and enjoy.

  2. Goodbye begins at meeting.

  3. beautiful and at the same time bittersweet, Ina.
    and every time we have to say goodbye we die a little inside.
    groetjes, Francina –

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