A Captain’s Wife

“’l’ll be back someday”
At least that’s what he says
It’s been weeks
Since he left me
To follow his dream of being at sea
This light house gets cold
It’s wood floors creak and the stairs are old
I read to myself of stories I’ve been told
Thousands of times
I wonder what it’s like
Living out at sea
The days continue to go by,
I hardly remember our goodbye
The touch of his lips
The salty air
Freezing me out without a care
As I held him for one last embrace
I stared at his old brief case
The waves roared, and rose
Reminding me to close
The windows
“I’ll be back someday “
Or so he says
I continue to wait