"COME, SAIL BACK HOME!"

Oh, how we long for you to be

returning home, still healthy

after having sailed away

leaving us waiting by the bay.

The vast ocean hasn’t shown

any signs that you’re still around.

We refuse to get entangled in this mystery.

Its sense of endlessness keeps us in agony.

Come, sail back home!

Grief has never been this suffocating.

Alive or dead, at least we’d know,

‘cause being in this kind of darkness is turning us hollow …

… with this gaping hole in our souls …

R.