Out there. Just beyond touch, but close enough to see, she sits upon a raft drifting farther out into the broad ocean. Amber moonlight casts her long, undulating shadow upon placid waves lapping on the sandy shore.
I call out to her, but she does not respond. Her eyes mirror the opaque water, its depths all but unknown to me, unperturbed it seems, by my temporal pleading.
Farther and farther still she drifts out to sea. She gazes upon me, her eyes not questioning.
I bow my head for just a moment, and when I look back up, she is gone.
And then there is nothing but a heavy silence, although I can hear myself breath.
Goodbye, B. I loved you so.