I remember you in fragments,

On the short breeze your laughter blows.

Dancing away under the banyan treetops,

In and out of my windows.

Sometimes it dies down for a day,

Or the blue skies pass on for weeks.

And when the flowers seem to wilt along with your leaves,

I finally hear your voice’s echo speak.

Some days the wind carries on to be the wind,

Without leaving a memory behind.

And I let myself exhale,

Thinking that you have quietly slipped out of my mind.

Until the sunlight hits the water,

The way the stars seem to shine in your eye.

And yet after all I realize nothing ends,

Simply because you have said goodbye…