Maybe she looks out the van window
and the sunlight is silent as it’s always
been and she thinks to herself, It’s time
to leave him. She gives herself
that freedom of a boat moving out
on its own on the water and feels
again that this is what life is for –
letting go when the job’s done and the heart is crushable as a can
in her palm, whose lines are
going another way, now north.
About the Author: Bobby Elliott is a poet and writer based in Charlottesville, Virginia. His poems have appeared in the Huffington Post, the Ocean State Review and the Sarah Lawrence Review. His writing on art and poetry has also appeared in the Huffington Post, Tribes and elsewhere. Starting this fall, he’ll be earning his MFA from the University of Virginia.