The boat

We three left on that boat;
that night.
Only I returned.
Junkie Sea salt bags of tears
Teachings taught; so must I learn.

My clarity at bon voyage,
you two lolling about,
I pushed us off,
my dearest friends,
not knowing to return,
without.




Together; 
you pushed me down,
I spoilt beneath the waves,
the further we sailed,
the less you became,
it should have been;
my grave.


I started a conversation,
to reminisce our time,
I knew you deeply,
in so many ways,
until now
and since my prime. 

Jolt eyelids open,
so it began,
as I had slept,
you had hid.
I had dreamt,a dream where thought; ran free
but the blood ran,for my sin.

I carved my way back to the pier,
you needling my arm
and in tears with Jack; I pushed you both a float;
Not feeling quite as calm.

We three left on that boat that night,
only I returned.
Junkie Sea with scarred salt tears.
Teachings taught I can't confirm.