Shipwreck in my life.
When your little hand found mine,
We were home,
You and I,
Meant to be
Tied with a seemingly tenuous knot,
Not of blood or biology,
But meant to be.
Dragged you under and away
My fingers released you.
Leaving me to drown in the loss of you,
Never to utter goodbye to you.
A rusted reef of ice cream whispers
In the depths of the Rockaways,
Cradled in the cool waves
Around my beating heart,
Kate Overgaard is an English teacher who holds an M.A. in Creative Writing from Fairleigh Dickinson University. She lives in New Jersey.