I'm sitting on a park bench in Albany
Where the fresh water rushes out to sea
We'd drive out here once a month or so
Take Picnic off her leash
You promised we could choose her name
And let her run free
Spoonbills glide their
Open mouths through the water
Willets dart around under the pier
I don't know where you are
Or if you're anywhere at all
But I know you liked it here
Sunlight hits the waves in blues and yellows
A cargo ship is headed straight for the horizon
I'm pretty sure when you're gone you're gone
But if by chance I've got it wrong
I hope you've got your eyes on what I'm seeing
Hold my hand come sit a while
We can watch the sun set fire to the waves
Close my eyes and see you there
Wind messing up your short, black hair
You’re pointing out the cormorants to me
The sun sinks down, the sky is clear
I always get this way out here
But it’s a loneliness that feels
A little bit like company