Dust in the Breeze

There I leaned against the iron railings of the high ridge overlooking the bustling port, where a large ship hooted its loud warning, It was waiting to depart to far-off lands. My love was surely one of the passengers, waiting to depart forever. A small breeze blew around me but provided no solace. She will be gone forever, my heart ached. A hot tear fell along my unshaven face. "Hi there," she exclaimed. I was excited. She was there beside me. "I could not leave you." "Crying?" “No,” I said. “Just dust from the breeze.”