When the news came from home

Spirited by the waves

That you had gone

I snapped my fingers beside my ears

To still the steps of fate

Now

I weave a basket of words

To accompany you on your journey

If you listen really hard

You will hear the trilling of my voice

As it calls your name

And reminds you of what you were

What you are

I garner a harvest of euphonies

To lament my loss of you.