I did stand by the shores of the sea and looked out for Him, waiting for His return, all summer.
Others came by and told me I was stupid, told me He would not return to me, too long had been the time.
Would He love me, He would not have left me they said.
But I waited, I believed in His words.
All His words had always been true, I could always count on Him.
He had said that He would return to me at the end of the summer, and I did believe.
The end of the summer came, but He did not, no sign, no message.
I sent a little bird out, to fly to the faraway shores, to look for my Love.
And the bird returned with a message from my beloved One.
He was not coming.
Not now, maybe never, He didn’t really know.
The whole summer I had stood by the ocean to wait for Him.
I had neglected my house, I had neglected my garden.
I had believed in His promise to return to me.
I returned to my village to find the roof of my house broken in and destroyed, my garden overgrown with weeds.
No shelter I could find, no food had grown in my garden.
And now the winter comes, with storms and cold, and I have no home, no place to rest my head.
The winter comes without mercy, and I have no choice than to submit myself to its cold and its storms, without food, without shelter.
I can only pray to survive this Winter.
And I of course have been a fool.