By Benjamin Shapiro
Her back was to me,

To the world, actually, 

As she stared out 

Across the savage sea. 
On a ship, he sailed,

His fortunes all but failed,

He turned back to shout, 

She couldn’t hear his hail. 
I could hear

Her every tear

When came about 

Her very worst fear. 
In dark sea did he fall,

Victim of a deadly squall,

He had lost his bout

To a sirens call. 
She stood every day,

Her young face now gray,

Mind full of doubt,

Happiness gone away. 
In black widowry,

Her back was to me,

From the cliff she stepped out 

To join him and be free.

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