Waves rolling repeatedly, wash in my brain,
Songs upon songs, bring me your name.
The heat of the sun on my face, shoulders, legs,
Remind me of beaches and forests, and fields full of games.
You’re missed in all these places and know,
Five years, ten years, many, many years, it doesn’t matter,
Many hearts will always hold you close,
And mine will surely miss you the most
… so it goes