Seagulls do fly backwards
and I find myself thinking of you
at the back of my mind
your image hovers and your words
softly uttered a breeze of comfort
maybe I fall into the trap of kitsch
but it's the way it feels
I look out of the window
music in my head
and you are here somehow
what you said is like a pillow
where I can put my fears to rest
This is not an easy time
but whatever awaits me in the future
it will pass on to be a memory
and as the seagulls shriek of happiness
because they are alive
I think of what you said
and smile.
