I stared at the sea where he wasn't at.
He left me all alone telling me he would be home.
I saw his face in the crowd and heard his voice from anywhere since that day.
People used to give me a weird and crazy look whenever I waited him on the shores.
I said, "you're all wrong.
He knows the sea like the back of his hand.
He'll be back sometime, laughing at you", as they stared to the sand.
I ran to the sea the next day, the next day, and the next day.
I never laid down.
Now, I've been dead for twenty years.
It feels like yesterday.
I've been crying as much as my ghostly tears wash the sand away.
I've been waiting all this time for my man to come, take his hand in mine and lead me away to unseen shores where only we know.
I cry as much as my salty tears wash the sand searching the shores these long years.
I will be walking the sea forevermore till I find my Jackie.
Because he has been sailing for a hundred years.
/ Because he has sailed for a hundred years.
May 2016
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