The ocean waves crash below you.
You toss the bits of paper before you,
Watching as they disappear into the sea.
You still don't know why you come here.
After 7 years you think you should find some closure.
Every day for 7 years on that same rickety boat,
The same ocean air fills your lungs,
The same misty chill wraps around your thin, bare arms.
Every day you swear you'll submerge yourself,
Just as he had, just to see how it feels,
Just a toe, just to start.
Rain begins to fall and you recoil, hugging your knees.
Tomorrow, you promise yourself.
You'll go all the way tomorrow.