Ocean waves are music to my ears
Calming my raging thoughts about you,
Eleven O'clock, the time you proposed
Air was cool beneath the moon
Nostalgic memories rush through my mind as I let your ashes drift upon the waves' soft hymn.
Posted in response to the challenge Parting.
Running underneath the willow tree,
As my father hung the swing.
In the rain, I stand watching the same tree
Now, as I cry, reading his name on the stone below.
Having you is painful
Out in a world like this
People judge us for what they see
Everyone knows me but you're just a lover people hate to see me with.
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