With love

Copper eyes and down turned smile. He came back more than once in awhile.

The tune he sings as he twists his ring, sounds like a haunting sea melody.

Toes dipped into the wake as the water threatens to pull him under. It makes you wonder why the hell he did it anyway.

Day after day, year after year. He returned to their spot by the tree.
The one they carved their names and “With Love”.

On the stump he sat upon where he first held her hand. Now as he looks up and cries to the heavens the only thing to ground was the sand.

Across the lake as he looks upon. He knows in his heart she knows he is there.

She belonged to him and she will again. Their story wasn’t over. It couldn’t be the end.

Shakily standing to his aging knees he placed upon the stump a single rose.

He took one last look and walked away. What his mind was on no one would ever know.