(Day 3) Memory of a dead friend

Soon I will disappear into the traffic

And disappear into the shadows.

Dance in a cave that nobody knows

And kiss the oceans like a lost lover.

Soon I will walk into the sunset

And listen to the evening air

Like a lost religion

Before toasting to your health

As your memory begins to fade away
lost under piers where we once played. 

(Day 3 asked for a sea shanty. Alas this is not a sea shanty but rather
a short tribute to a lost friend)