Everyday, I stand by the port
And wait for the boats to come in
And everyday, when the ship arrives
Not a single person gets off
At least not for me they don't
They run up to their friends
Kiss their lovers hello
Running on the dock with suitcases
They stare at me as they walk past
Only one there with no one to welcome
I feel them staring when I'm not looking
I wish they would stop staring.
Everyday, I stand by the port
Waiting for my sailor to come home
But my sailor never leaves the boat
Please, come home.
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 11:40 AM UTC
Everyday, I stand by the port
And wait for the boats to come in
And everyday, when the ship arrives
Not a single person gets off
At least not for me they don't
They run up to their friends
Kiss their lovers hello
Running on the dock with suitcases
They stare at me as they walk past
Only one there with no one to welcome
I feel them staring when I'm not looking
I wish they would stop staring.
Everyday, I stand by the port
Waiting for my sailor to come home
But my sailor never leaves the boat
Please, come home.
this is my 121st poem, written on 8/27/24