Sophia (21)

I sometimes still think
of the Window on the West
as I'm reminded
of your voice

You visit me
from time to time
as I'm reminded
of your serene smile

I sometimes still think
of the roadside house
of your songs in Lochmaddy
and your happiness

I once waved good bye
in the midst of the night
and you waved back,
almost for me to return

It's been long years
since our last farewell
that April evening
in North Uist

You are missed
by many, also me,
after you quietly swam away
from Berneray

Your little companion
still awaiting your return
looks out at night
for your familiar form

I sometimes still think
of the Window on the West
the window on you
the queen of dancing, singing and joy