I was walking in the midday sunshine,
Feeling soft sand
And warm sea water on my feet,
The fresh beach air on my face.
I was picking shells.
Then there was the one,
The special one I found,
So I called it by your name, XYZ.
I keep it in my wallet
It's always with me.
It’s the only way I can get
A substitute of you.
A made up piece of you.
Dear XYZ,
I remember when you looked at me
Through the flames
Of bonfire at the hot Saturday night.
The way you looked at me,
It said it all.
How am I supposed to forget that?
Or...