Tonight I stood on the seawall
feeling the winds,
waiting for teardrops to dry
from eyes that will never
see our someday.
My love has kept its colors,
unchanged by the seasons;
there was no time for goodbyes,
but if I could have said them,
I would say I loved you
at first glance, and I will
love you until I die.
Winds blow from all sides,
yet there are times when
I cannot know my own direction.
Breezes blow unchartered.
On days like today,
when I need love to hold me,
I remember you quietly.
If, in your realm, you can
remember me, then
please remember me softly,
soft, like the southern winds
we loved so much.