I wanted to go somewhere with you <br />and somehow we ended up on the beach <br />with my hands in my pockets. <br /> <br />It was windy and you had nothing <br />to cling to, so you sat down. <br />I put my jacket on your <br />shoulders, and you thanked me. <br /> <br />In the distance, boats with sails <br />like white handkerchiefs <br />were being cradled by (the) waves. <br />You bid them farewell and smiled. <br />I just looked at them and at you. <br /> <br />Before we left, you wrote a poem <br />in the sand. You didn't let me see it, <br />you said: ' this is something <br />I want you to read tomorrow, after I'm gone' <br /> <br />Next day I went to see what you meant, <br />but it didn't last. The waves <br />took everything, even our footprints.<br /><br />Junkyard Of Muses<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melancholia-20/
