The clover green grass rustled in the wind

She sat down under the willow tree and looked out at the sea

It seemed as if the creamy clouds faded in and out of view

The sun started to disappear making everything look the cooler of peach pink

And then he arrived wearing a plum covered jacket and holding a cherry red bouquet of roses

His eyes weary but happy

The next day he stepped onto the bright big ship and was gone forever

The tears held back now burst out blank and sad

The hazel eyes that used to carry happiness are now gray as an overcast day

The mouth that used to tell stories is now silent

All this because he’s gone

Never coming back