Like a perpetual shadow, like my own echo, she never goes away.
From the smell of fresh roses to the salt infused ocean air, she is still there.
Like drops in the rain and the sand by the seashore, she is still there.

In every song I listen to, in every memory I recall, she is still there.
As I see my own shadow, and hear my own echo, when I smell the roses and sense the salt in the air only to find out that she is still there.

When I see the rain or walk by the seashore. With every song that is played and every memory that’s recalled I realized she is still here.
She never left me although she is gone; she is very much here while she seems to have disappeared. Yes, yes, no, no, Why? Why?

All I know is that she is still there, she never left my heart, she is very much right here!

Yours truly,
Franklin Peña
2015-08-21 @ 15:36 Hrs.