No rainbows can penatrate my window,
No sandy toes can walk through this door,
No rosy, salty cheeks,
No deep-sea eyes,
No cozy, warm smile,
No uncombed, messy, beautiful, golden hair,
Will ever appear before me.

No seashell scraped elbows,
No rock-crawling knees,
No sun-toasted skin.
No soaking towel, dragging behind,
No squinted eyes, no looks back,
No few remains of a great sandcastle,
No footprints left near the water.

No drippy icepops,
No odd chalk drawings,
No summer-day-hopscotch.
No board games,
No laughter,
No fun.

Only a slight smile as I lay down at last,
Where I can dream of you and your deep-sea eyes.