You were there
for me, for me
you came as called
even though you ran away
from me, from me
the clouds drift along
and the sharp blown sand
over the deserted beach
oh, the sea, the sea
by the sea, I walk
to a dead end and yet
I keep going
without you, thinking
constantly thinking
of you
you were there for me
really, I don't cry
it's the wind
A tragic and beautiful poem, penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing,10+