\n   I sit here, a sailor's wife
\n I live happily with my husband,
\n he teaches me of the world
\n he leaves me here alone.
\n I find the house empty
\n all left of him a note
\n "I've set sail, there's a new adventure out there for me"
\n "Be back soon"
\n "PS, i love you"

\n   I wait happily for him,
\n waiting to hear the strange explorations he'll take
\n I wait for him uneasy,
\n a few weeks pass and still no returning ship in the harbor
\n I wait for him worried,
\n its been a month and no word of anything.

\n   I take our row boat
\n sail the nearby shores and waters,
\n no trace of anything human or human-made


\n   I sit on the porch looking out over the bay
\n I remember my own old, frequent trips,
\n figuring out about new places and things
\n I remember the few storms I was caught in,
\n the toll it took on me and my incident
\n I remember my husband.

\n I wait for you everyday
\n   hoping for a sign of your return
\n   I wait for you every week
\n   wishing you'll be ok
\n   I wait for you every month
\n   just to hear your voice or see your words

\n                                            "PS I Love You..."
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