A tear drops
as a wave crashes
His hair whips
in the wind from the sea
Another tear
Another wave

The ocean surges
unforgiving
like the rest of the world
He reminds himself
she is gone

A young boy
no older than three
tugs on his shirt
This is what
is left of her
He picks the boy up
no more tears
The child wipes them away
confused
but unquestioning

He smiles
this is what she left
No more tears
there is someone there still

The ocean is still
as cool breezes
continue to whip by
No more tears
she is watching
No more tears
The child is here