The Island

Finally hits me like a tidal wave-
Emotions crash against my mind.
Finally drowned in realization,
I succumb to the salty brine.

It was a journey getting here-
Two coins to take the ferry.
Once more to the island
To face the weight I carry.

Two old dogs ran by me
One was black, one gold.
I learned from them, and all
That's left is the stories told.

I'll never go back to the island
Where they rest by sea shells.
The sand castles are crumbling
Our lighthouse goes as well.

I never spoke these words aloud-
I never really let myself cry.
It's too late for a lot of things. But…
I hope you heard my goodbye.