i stand with feet in cold cold water trouser legs rolled up to my knees body wrapped in a chunky hoodie curly hair, streaming in the bitter wind. in my hand, a pebble in my mind, your name i stand thinking, crying as the wave pound in and the wind takes my breath i sigh and throw the pebble as far into the breakwater as i can.. in letting you go... i can leave
farewell my dearhearted friend and may angels sing thee to thy rest.