Winds By The Bay.

In the faint afterglow, besides the bay,
where I sit chained by your memories,
entrenched in agony, the winds blow beside,
often to stop, as if to turn around, to comfort,
just to make me feel your absence,
overpowering my will to sustain life,
as if in a coma, I stare into the sun,
as it goes down, to plunge me into darkness,
My soul looks around, as I sit unmoving,
for a ray of light, a streak of hope,
maybe to hear you, to make me feel alive,
it gives up, sheds a tear,
comes back in me to weep,
I can hear the howl of the wind,
gently pulling my ear-lobes
like a mother lovingly tugs at it,
I just gather myself to walk,
besides the bay, watching the tide
as it comforts the sea shore.