Bleak seas

I imagine
your soul
travels along
the coast line
where you lived
with your family
for many years.
I imagine
your wife
goes down near
the big waves
feeling totally
drained
(ironically drained
has to do with liquid)
pondering what to do -
how to cope.
She is the stronger one
of you two;
yet, there comes a time
where she is at
her breaking brink.
Bleakly, she stares,
I imagine, at the
incoming waves
wondering
why - so soon.
If I could meet her
right now
I would tell her
to take a walk everyday
near the sea
and talk to you.
By facing the waves
she would encounter
your smile
in spite of her
blue bleakness.

For Janet