He alone

He rows on his own,
watching the world go by,
he pulls his strong arms back,
back with the oars,
people think its exercise,
but he knows deep in his heart,
he's looking for something he lost.

It's not to be found there,
she left him long ago,
but he comes here to remember that day
on the rowing boat.

He gazes around at the water,
as though looking for her soul,
looking at the other boats,
incase she came here too,
looking to find him and give him
back what he cherised most;
her, her love, her touch, her look
into his eyes,
but alas she's nowhere to be seen
and he gets a pang in his heart,
that stab he knows well,
the twisting of the knife to give him pain,
as he knows he will never see her face again.

The sadness kicks in as the sun sets on him,
it's taking its heat away, leaving him cold,
as she did too not so long ago.

He pulls on the oars with his strong arms,
going as slow as he can,
to not face the life, the life that
he lives alone after he's walked home,
to what was once their home,
where they shared their love,
but is now just cement and stone,
a cold, cold place where he lives alone...