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I went to see you off, on the gates of the shore,

the sea looked like a stranger, whom I knew no more,

I cursed it aloud, knew it would take you from me,

and without you is how, the coming week will be.



I was surprised to note, the smile on your face,

as if you were looking forward, to all the coming days,

I saw no pain, no sorrow, that I was feeling so much,

you were holding my hand yes, but it seemed an unknown touch.



You didn't look back,now that your " goodbye" was said,

I sat on the shore, staring at the sky ahead,

though I knew you would come back someday,

that cold sky felt as if you would be forever away.



With you not around, I had little to do,

met a few people, be as polite as I could,

counted the days, though each seemed like a year,

been to the shore each day, and it was all just as clear.



I saw you get down, and walk up to me one day,

was not surprised to see you happy and gay,

you told me stories of the the days that you spent,

the things you bought, the places you went.



I looked back at the sky, and it seemd to say,

" I brought your sister back, but you never know someday,

I'll call her back again, and she'll come running to me,

and you'll again be alone my boy, that's how it will always be."