Leaving Syria

On sun warmed smooth, grey rocks she sits,

inert,

eternally waiting.

Watching a glittering, blue paradise that has become a graveyard.

Rendering swollen bodies, swallowing hope,

laying waste to lives.

A kiss waits ready on her lips for him and her child.

The moment they embarked the dilapidated carcass

set recklessly adrift,

an eternal thought

clouding the days and years

pounding in her head, begging to be released.

But she clings to it and the moment

when they held hands, that gently slid loose from hers,

despite her pleas.

Leaving her abandoned in the cold black waves,

waiting and wish-less, with no one to

call her own.