The boat was set adrift

As was a life,

with no regrets

from the ones leaving them.

The boat, the life

Tiny compared to the sea,

Where would they head

Where are they now?

No questions like this

escape anyone's lips,

Not a word is said

About the boat and life that are drifting.

But why

Why does no one ask?

No one wishes

They are afraid.

Because they know

They know they did a bad thing,

and they

wish to forget anything ever happened.

So there isn't

a life,

and a boat

continuing to drift.