The New Invictus
For Dan, my Captain, gone 7 years I woke up with the wet washcloth on my forehead brain Tears from the memory of heat and water mixed with salt (Too much, but not enough) I went to grab a glacier and came back empty-handed Hope sinking by the belief that Our Love was stronger than the Titanic (Too much, but not enough) I was the Captain of an Unsinkable Fate Life hit with the Reality of cold and wet mangled by impact (Too much, but not enough) Oh, my Captain, The sea was rough and the ship su...