When I’m gone, you’ll probably redecorate.
Give everywhere a brand-new lick of paint.
Cover up the scuff marks that my boots made on the floor boards
Cover up the cracks within the love that we once had.
A love that lay so dormant and so faint.
The breakfast dishes sparkle in the morning.
Crockery we used on rare occasion.
Instead, we used the old ones with chips and faded patterns.
As silently the two of us were ageing.
The sun will greet the window panes by lunchtime.
The glass now clear devoid of finger marks.
All the love we had you will have tidied it away
Kept it neatly folded in your heart.
We saved our love for times to come that never really came.
Sipped it like prosciutto, instead of glugging back champagne.
Concealed it in the corners of our little book of stories, quietly it slipped between a page.
No one else could see our love or understand its glory, our love lies unforgotten, obscured by quiet modesty and understated rage.
I’m sure that you will bravely grit your teeth and carry on.
Keep busy doing chores in our garden and our home.
You’ll pack away my clothes to give to charities and good causes.
Our love a gentle whisper, once thundered like wild horses..
Maybe you will think of me when the day is done.
Think of me and smile even though I’ve gone.
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We burned our love like paper lanterns soaring though the sky
We should have followed them to new horizons
Pursued our love through storms and morning sun.
Through darkest clouds, the bluest skies and brightest sun.
Too late to chase our destiny, too late to carry on.
Too late to say I love you when I’m gone.