Your words flowed and made their way

Through the years and days of life

Through the clutter and maze of life,

not always joyous, not always sad

not always good, not always bad;

They made their way, as if to say:

I know you, I've known you, I always will

Just as a flurry, pure and white, passes by

Just as the whispering wind, just touches by

I came and went, never again seen

Never to be touched, never have been

I'll be back, I promise, I do, I will

— Al Bulovar