If I Will Ever See Her Again Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Candle light doused in the sea underneath the
Pretty fort: what have you been doing, but holding
Your breath and not making any wishes,
And now your time is out, and nothing can be given to
You, neither the waves nor the pearls beneath the waves,
But it all still goes on beautifully, like pulling
The ribbons off a stewardess’ legs- and if she is a present
For you, I cannot care- because soon she will leap, and
Leap, and take to the air: soon she will fly away with
Her brilliant cavalry of men, her sorority for an
Entourage- and I can't- I will not care- how brilliant
It is, nor if I will ever see her again.