Where Is That Girl? - a message for my Zephyr

Where is that girl, who used to clap her hands in joy at the thought of meeting me? Where is that girl, whose hair was all was required to make me stare in silence? Where is that girl whose hug could kill all pain, all sorrow, and bring joy to my heart? Where is that girl, for whom talking to me was an addiction, not a chore? Where is that girl, for whom I could gather the stars and hunt down the sun and moon? Where is that girl, who used to dig her head into my shoulder and say nothing, and didn't have to? Where is that girl who could force me into silence with nothing more than a touch? Where is that girl who is like the cool summer breeze, blown in from the sea? Where is my Zephyr? Wherever she is, I hope she is happy. That is all I've ever wanted for her.

As for me, I will live in her memory for as long as I am alive. In my heart, she is mine. And nobody will ever take her place. Ever. And Zephyr, you would not understand why I did the things I did, or said the things I said. Some day you might. Until then, I wait; my heart forever belonging to you.

Amen