Figures in our wake
receding
into the distance
faces fading
voices
ever more faint
leaving us
not waving
Time filling the sails
bears us on
until in a blink
we’re overboard
the boat
sailing away
leaving us
not waving
Wave
04 Tuesday Nov 2025
The Write Idea 
What a calming poem of passing. I liked the repetition of the ending of both stanzas. It seems to offer an understanding of passing from an outside perspective making the personal perspective much more serene. Lovely work, Bill.
Thank you , LuAnne, your opinion is much valued.