Let’s drive the coast road longways
And park at scenic views,
Though no sight there’s more beautiful
Than margins holding you.
I cannot visit shores again
For there’s too many blues,
Returning from my armchair here,
In reveries renewed.
Children today don’t use cameras,
They wouldn’t know what to do;
I still have your scent and sunglasses,
Each day closer to a truth.
Your smile could light the vista,
Your hair could tame the dew,
And though I’m frail, it’s not so cold,
When memory’s kindled by you.