Written asthough just the other day

Can't stop checking around me,
afraid even though also alone,
and heavy-heart feeling inside,
a waiting for you to come home.

Dey dreams toward an open road,
in time for our first new rise,
watching for the sun, all open,
doorways for letting lights in,
and lean over the window ledge,
keep watch a time as excitment.

It may be just rounded glass,
but to me it's a little ocean magic,
souvenier of the time we had today,
for the time we have had together.

You took stepping stones, climbing rocks,
further carried away, alongside, the tide,
all the colourful pebbles and shells,
leads us from the coast astray,
tide turning churning in on us.

Close to the edge,
should you let go,
I'll come with you.

You gave me a box of crayons,
you think, only the other day,
the grave of a special child,
whern stars continue to fall.