Widow Watcher.

The waves toss the ocean
With the strength of a thousand
The sky opens up
In a harrowing breeze.
A spirit released
From fleshen entrampment
Sinks to new lows
As it's lost out at sea.

A self denied widow
High on her perch
Breaths the salt water
And awaits his return.
Holding tight to her rosary,
Like rotting bouquet,
And the painting of him
From thief wedding day.