Three years are gone
now and I still
haven't seen you.
You said you'd come
back to me, my love.
I'm still waiting
I want to see your
lovely smile...
The one you gave
me before you set
sail on that rainy
day in April.
The sky was darker
then it ever was.
Remember?
Yuor lips tasted like
sea salt...
I used to hate that.
Now I long for it.
The sea is my home
now, just like it
always was to you.
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