Where am I?

Countries, continents and universes from what I know

Thoughts of you wanders aimlessly, trotting, racing through my mind,

Making it hard to see if you can have them anymore

A bucket of ashes, that’s what you’ve become

The leftovers of the man that you were:

Protector, brother, friend, my father.

I’m anxious..I’m scared...I miss you

We’re two hours north from our sweaty cheap hostel

Through residential streets and marine bases and camps

Down a small set of stairs we find it,

An abandoned cove, private, where no one will see

Ashes in the sea, that is where we left you

Where you wanted to be, where you wanted to stay

I’m anxious...I’m scared...this is goodbye.

--- Cove's Edge