Memories Of Her Poem by White Tiger

Memories of her
Leaving the dock
On that foggy evening
It was nine o'clock
She was aboard a ship
Called the tri-star
They were heading to a country
Extremely far
She cried and I cried
We both felt alone
I was seeing her last glimpse
Before she was gone
The chimney smoke
Seen in the distance
Caused heartbreak
And strong resistance
I knew somehow
She wouldn't be seen again
I felt empty inside
For she was my best friend.


C. Vergara
11.26.2010