Torn Sails

I am set a drift upon this lonely dark sea, absent your wind in my sails.  With a cargo of uncertainty the ocean is displaced.  I must face many dawns not knowing  if sleep found you well, and have that compounded at dusk cause I know not if the day gave cause for smile or an explosion of your laughter. Upon my bow savage waves rage unrelentingly, bleeding upon my deck memories of you.  I rush too mop up, with hand, these memories, my solice, but instead  splinters cut at my sails as I sail upon this empty dark ocean.   Even the night sky is empty, no longer am I guided by the stars of your eyes, instead, from the dark sky rains tears of your pain.  Upon skinned knees I sail upon this empty dark ocean.