Letters to Heaven

For my mother's father


9. Marooned Sailor

Today I miss you with the thirst of a marooned sailor; surrounded by water which cannot quench his longing. It is not so much that there is nothing there but rather that there is nothing to satisfy the sole specific need I harbour. You are not there and, like water, I never could keep hold of you anyway.

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