His name left written
by driftwood scribe
she stood; bathed by spray
at the ocean’s shore
closing bloodshot eyes
hearing the roar,
like a heartbeat, it
had called him home.
She alone; drowning
in bitterness
watching the tide wash
memories across
the sand, erasing
his name.
(c) Susan Elliott
I wrote this as a tribute to Heath Ledger, and it is one of my all-time favorite poems.
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