To You, Marion

Weakened fatigue-stained sails, that took on journeys to extreme ends of the globe. A thousand noble miles it would venture to keep sailors safe and unhurt. The boat's sails were created, to brave through wicked weather, to defy the winds and hurdles, to question nature, to comfort sailors and passengers in the voyage, to guard off fears.

You were my sail. And I, your boat.

The boat now has new passengers boarded at ports, shores and lands, but sails unchanged. Forever. Friendships never discard trustworthy sails, sails that were carved out to be a boat's favourite company. Your love made me bloom from a wilting bud to a fertilising rose, and now, reminisce will provide me strength.