I would go on and on about you
not one word I would save
about what you can, did, or do.
You are so well rounded
as the pebbles on the beach,
so steadfast and grounded
and cheerful as a southern peach
When you left the tide went out
as I shed a salty tear.
If ever high tide will come about,
I know that you have come back here
But, perhaps where you went
there's a flood of good wishes on the shore,
to where my happiness for you was sent
and where good memories of me are knocking at your door.