A/n: Another day, another poem...enjoy!

III. Ode to a Girl Who Hasn’t Lost Hope

She waits for him

Everyday the same steely

determined expression.

Why?

I cannot speak to her

I don’t know her words

Nor she mine.

And yet—

That fleeting look of happiness

The joy of knowing she is needed

That she can save him.

I understand that all too well.

That sadness, when he leaves

Or when he denies her love.

But I know also,

He cannot deny his rock,

his savior.

He is tied to her

and she to him

A boat and its sail on an endless sea.

I cannot help but envy them.