Lost Love

(Note: taken from a diary of a young lady) In memoriam of Jose` Maria aged twenty, drowned. I lounge on an uneven stone under the uneasy shade of an ancient carob tree, away from the hot rays of the summer sun. I sit alone, abandoned, I contemplate in vain, for my thoughts wander on you, who left me in the lurch. I stare vacantly towards the mighty sea that like a cyclone of frigidness buffets the darkened rocks that form the inlet. Wave after wave enters the narrow strait and rumble onwards to the horrendous shore throwing iridescent sprays over the plaque of cold hard marble that hides a tragedy of life. Under the Iberian sky prickly pears ripen a stone's throw away from the glinting shore amid the green olive trees slightly wet with sea spray. The plaque seems to glow in the hot summer rays. I wonder what made Jose` Maria swim in that turbulent sea. Maybe he searched for treasure lost, or hunted for the slippery octopus, or mourned over lost love. A life destroyed. Am I not astray too? I am so far away from you, forsaken and unloved, for you are like the sea, drowned in a cyclone of frigidness.