this evening the thunder of the sea is a wild music filling my ear...
you are leaving and the ungrieving winds demur:
telling me that nothing returns as it was before,
here where you have left no mark upon this dark Heraclitean shore.
Heraclitus said we can't step in the same river twice, because it won't be the same river and we won't be the same either. Everything is in a constant state of flux, thus "nothing returns / as it was before." Lovers who part will not be the same people if they reunite later.