Lonely on the shore

she watches his ship glide away.

The mist surrounds it and swallows

a piece of her, leaving a hole,

the pain in her heart.

 

Lonely on her bed,

she tosses, remembering

the fog enveloping ,

his sword, his mount, leaving desolation,

coldness filling her.

 

Lonely in the nursery

She rocks the cradle, singing

to his child. It is all she can hold

of the man she loves, he who

left her to lead others.

 

Lonely on the cliff

She stands, her eyes seeking

his form among the rest

There are too many shouting bodies

to find even a crown, a scepter.

 

Lonely, alone

wives to sailor, soldier, captain, prince

men with duties beyond them

and women who should know better

than to love the warrior.