Remembrance Poem by Joe Catotal

I don't want her to think I'm weird or creepy.
But, every time my eyes glaze the lake,
she enters my mind without difficulty and the few memories we shared play back crystal clear.
They're the only things I have left to remember her.
She and I talk every now and then.
I cherish the exchange of messages.
Some might say they mean nothing, but to me,
they're all I have left to acknowledge my sad and depressing existence on this ecstatic earth.
I hope one day she sees me and doesn't think of me as unusual rather,
patient and calm just like the hush sound of the waves.