Sail Away Poem by Brett Roberts

Sail away with your loving heart, she said, “she will never step ashore again”
Compass in her hand. She’ll lose the map on how to get back to me.
Here I lay on this deserted beach, the sun beating on my now empty heart.
Pondering ways of how I can light a signal. So she can find her way back to me.

As loneliness, my reminder punches me in the face. I deserve all the hurt.
Never wanted to be the wind in her sail, that blew her away from me.
A category 5 hurricane can be amounted from all my mistakes.
If there is only one survivor of the wreckage. I hope it will be our love.

Here on this beach there is no chance of escape. There is only me and I can’t escape me.
Each and everyday I try to become someone that I can stand.
But she was my legs, so I struggle all by myself on my hands.
Waiting for the day where I can walk on my own, and love once again.

As loneliness, my reminder punches me in the face. I deserve all the hurt.
Never wanted to be the wind in her sail, that blew her away from me.
A category 5 hurricane can be amounted from all my mistakes.
If there is only one survivor of the wreckage. I hope it will be our love.

So far gone now, as she sails in to the distance. On a voyage without me.
Regret is all I have as I watch her distant ship sail away.
I’m on a metaphorical island stranded from the one that was the one.
Trying not to lay down and die, instead act out like she always wanted me to be.

As loneliness, my reminder punches me in the face. I deserve all the hurt.
Never wanted to be the wind in her sail, that blew her away from me.
A category 5 hurricane can be amounted from all my mistakes.
If there is only one survivor of the wreckage. I hope it will be our love