Was it those three yew trees
or the familiar benches outside The Fox.
There was no mistaking the feeling.
Suddenly I was thirty five years into my past.
Her past, our past, together.
Maybe it was the sunshine
or the rustling leaves above.
Or that hedgerow I planted for you
now grown tall and proud.
Tall and proud as I was then
with you in my heart, on my arm.
Foolishly ready to take a fall
as life played an inevitable game.
Life took you away from me
but gave me memories which never fade.
Of days when wanting, needing,
loving and lusting became us
so tightly knitted as one.
Strange to me, as I was strange to you.
How opposites attract.
Similarities tore us apart.