Day 269 - His Last Trip

Send me a stone that he held in his hand

Moments before that final earthly goodbye

Pushing off the shore away from the land

I began to shake and silently cry

He laughed and promised his return

Too soon though I would learn

The last time I held him in my embrace

Was that warm day on the beach

The last glimpse of his glowing face

Before he was forever gone from my reach

The final note in his scrawling penmanship

Oregon 2010 translated to his final trip

I still imagine the island he discovered

Only there in the roughest of weather

Some may call that foolishly absurd

But I can see the day we are back together

This time in the grand ocean in the sky

Saying hello and never again goodbye