I am marooned

On an island

Where boats used to moor

Leaving grooves in the sand

And the people would come ashore

And visit me awhile

But I was unkind

And they sailed away

Their white sails

Fading to gray

Mist and nothingness

Though no friend were they to me

My heart aches with the memory

Of words said

Oh, what is a voice?

Remind me!

I hear instead

Nothing

Nothing

Drifting into

Nothing