The Memory

 

The wind blows gently in her hair,

She can feel the tears dripping down her face,

Her eyes close; she lets the wind caress her face,

She lets the wind wipe away her tears.

 

He is never coming back; He has left forever,

No more sweet kisses, no more long hugs,

Just the memory of yesterday,

The memory of precious sweet nothings

The memory of time-shared so sweetly between the two.

 

There is only the memory of you and me.

The tears fall gently down her face,

The wind blows her hair,

She stares out at the sea

She cries, for there is nothing left to do,

For there was no goodbye.