twenty years across the sea

By @two-bees-poetry

penelope odysseus
dearest, i remember you and
time rolls on and your voice is in the sea, and
our son grows taller, and this has been twenty years;
i realize that we were playing with love, with fire,
just children going off to war
when we married. i’m still holding your flowers.
a woman, a man, a promise.
now- you must be so beautiful;
i want to know, do you have laugh lines?
what do you look like now
with gray in your hair? i hope you still pick flowers-
i imagine you still smell like hyacinths, bluebells.
fresh earth. i imagine you’re still waiting.
you’re still out there. i’m still waiting.