A kiss on the forehead,
I know you’ll miss me.
A hug for so long,
I know I’ll miss you.
A way of saying everything,
yet saying nothing at all.
I long for you to tell me you’ll
be home for good, always.
A wild heart who loves the sea,
probably even more than you love me.
I know your heart isn’t perfect,
yet my heart’s the same,
A call came when it was all dark;
they called to say you had gone today.
I know deep down the sea would take you,
yet I never thought I’d have to say Pahimakas