"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.