the after life

the boat is less
full
as some go over and under.
the salt
is on your tongue.
in your
tears.
the sway of the ocean,
the pull
of the moon,
the oars,
the loved and unloved,
both drift
towards some distant
shore.
will we gather there
in time, after this is
all done,
and recall the life
we shared?
I hope so.