Places
         How quickly friends pass on.
      one day looking? concerned? maybe,
   and yet now their concern is of concern.
The boat rocks, side to side, nothing unusual there.

                  yet the 'to' seems twice the 'fro', and holding ones balance?
               slipping sliding back in the 'fro', from where? to where? always wondering...
            The next, will she be the one? Have the hair, the smile, the lips to go with, pressing?
         A knock at the door? Endless possibilities finite. From here I see there, but once, then here?
      No more to see, back I tread now, no more 'to-ing', no more 'fro-ing', for the ship sails on, to where?
   I'm there. The ship never arrived. Hit a reef 'they' said. All that motion, construction of momentum, now lost.
Conservation of what? For who? Who now bears my emotional momentum, takes to sea with thee, insearch, in vein, for what?