sail away

I can still see her
with a telescope.
she's out to sea on a small
sail boat.
the white sails
are almost dots against
the darkening
horizon. she is nearly
over the curve
of the earth, almost
to the other side
where she will finally
be out of sight,
out mind.
I've followed her
journey away from me.
watching and waiting
as the wind crept into
the sails,
blowing them full
and steady, taking
her to someone else.