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.
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Sad but so beautiful . Nice choice of words , dusk arising 🙂
Thank you Yellowrose. When a special person is in your life, they leave something special which lasts. Irreplaceable.
This is sadly beautiful Dusk. Love it
She was beautiful, deserving of beautiful memories. Thank you SC.
Wonderful emotive words d a, if only……..
Andy
And it all happened beside the Avon in the vale of Evesham. Do you know the place?
I have a vague idea about it d a.
Andy
.. Don't it just sometimes happen like that eh' .. a well told tale sir .. beautifully wrapped up in a poem and with more than just a grain of truth to it ..
There's plenty of truth in there i assure you sir! This was written ion my head as I drove through the village where it all happened.
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