Tonight I went down there
alone to the ocean
I pulled the rose from my dashboard
the rose that you gave me
I stopped at the edge of the surf
and stared at the black sea
Memories of what we shared
ebbed and flowed
like scenes from a movie
set to sad music
And I stood in the rain
Seemed eons that I was there
numb to the chill
The mist masking my hot tears
I turned the rose over and over
slowly in my hand
dry like an old bone
I felt its weight of rememberance
heavy against my soul
I whimpered softly
and set the rose on sail
It tried to return
with each lulling wave
but I stood there determined
with a head of regret
and finally the sea took my gift
perhaps someday it will reach you
And thankful for the crashing
of the tide and the rain
that distorted my cries
and my heart breaking in the night
I slowly backed away
watching until not a trace of me was left
nor a footprint
and the sand was as it was before
and the sea did not care
But there was that rose
that set sail with my soul
And when I reached the bluffs
before turning my back forever
I took one last long look
I wished you a happy birthday
and paid respect to the dead.