An island, off an island.
Water,
puddles,
mist and rain.
The vast expanding ocean,
the one that carried you away.
Walking from the parlour,
looking out across the fields.
I wonder what your doing now,
I always wonder how you feel.
I know,
we knew,
what's for the best,
yet sorrow never hides.
I often look upon the waves,
upon the changing tides,
I see your face in everything,
your teardrops are the rain.
Remembering that final day,
I live it everyday.