Do you remember?

Do you remeber? Truly remember?

The soft tapping of a three day rain drizzle? The slight spatter sound it makes when it touches down on that central spot in the small puddle next to your hatch.

That heavy, always heady occasional high wind whispering through the dampness of the dead winter sail...steadily falling.

The sudden onset of ominous skies looming and lazing across the sea of endless clouds swirling overhead.

The tip of the mast touching the ocean , the rush of water through the cabin, the last breath I watched you take.

The last breath I took, all I remembered was you.

a reply to: Vasa Croe

I membah!

First thing that sprang to mid. I guess I'm in a musical mood.