"Happy news," they say

"Her body was found in the bay

Washed up along the shore

You can't deny it anymore."

So I slipped out past tinted glass

And through the dying blades of grass

And yet the wind still called to me

In her voice so wild and free

As I walked along grey roads

She sends leaf-patterns for me to decode

Like those we invented when we laid so close

In her effort to cheer me when I felt morose.

At long last I reach the harbor's shore

And to the waves I did implore

For the return of my grey-clad companion

Whose company they'd stolen with reckless abandon

Instead they invited me into their midst

And when the sea calls, who can resist.