By Published On: December 23, 2005Categories: Living in Bolivia2 Comments on Lost

I go to the pier, but am too late
Metres away but beyond reach
The ferry churns waters between us
creating a void of understanding.

I try to look wider,
but the glistening blue of sky and water
reflect back isolation
and drown out my senses.

An endless loop plays back
fragments of conversations
I still don’t understand

I try to cry, shout, scream
but find no tears
just a profound emptiness
that weighs heavily in the thin air.

I wonder.
Did I let the boat go
or was it always going to go without me?



  1. Andy December 23, 2005 at 6:23 pm - Reply

    I also missed the boat.
    The boat sank.
    Another will be along in a few minutes.
    I might take the bus.

  2. Anonymous December 25, 2005 at 2:37 am - Reply

    Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

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