Hope

Hope flounders off
shore, unreachable.

I do think it will
drown if not rescued.

I know there is little
chance of it learning
to swim on its own
& reaching the bank.

It takes two to go
out & bring it back in.

But there is only
me, alone, feeling
the cold rub my bones

as I try to remember
when you were still here.

(© 2010 by j. m. Scoville)