Flight

Something told you
it was time to go;
part cry, part still
as stone. And the sea
behind you as if you
might turn to float
across its surface-

native to sky, a piece
of horizon, a lone,
black-winged bird.

I loved you. Standing
on the shore, flightless.
Watching your slow, silent
retreat until I could not see
the difference between you,
my heart and sea and air.