The summer Irish breeze
feels just like you did
during those cold winter weeks
when my extra pounds weighed heavy,
when the snow smothered trees

Walking faster, then you ran
left me with nothing
but a car bomb and a pen
now when I look in the lake
I see your face
and it dissolves into sand

do you still look for me?
up in the pines
if the wind whispered, “it’s she you need”
just wander north, follow the sky
to the Irish countryside
and feel me in the breeze