ACROSS

Now that you have crossed
And me here
At the shore I stand
With only question in my hand
Of
Is this necessary?
Is this the way of life?
Would your boat sink with me inside?

Accept it, they say

it is the way

But what answers do I give to the tears that flow?

Arriving on their own.

In crowds and in cafes

In silence and in solitude

As your thoughts intrude

Is it fair, that you have set sail?

Leaving me here to brood.

What other option did you even have?

Rather to go, when death beckoned

You go ... Just you go..

Couldn't she accept a bonus

Of me along with you?