We rolled the dice, assuming

they would match.


Moving hands

of clocks and heirloom watches,

implications of forever.

Grandmother’s  china

once adorning family tables, betrothed to this sturdy structure,

a product of long-term teamwork, adventures,



Tons of hard work and pride, placed

on this Atlantic body,

that we had never fully known in the first place.


We cruise

until, several hundred miles out,

the tip of the iceberg makes my mind suspicious


yet we remain optimistic.

There was no other way.


Then we hit.


The whole ship

sunk into an abyss,

never to be replicated,


preserving only symbols of time and security,

things we valued that

turned out not to matter.


Hard work that did not pay off after all.


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