Sanctuary turned cemetery

On late November afternoon

Your kindred spirit rises as I pace forwards

I giggle as you grumble

About mud on your boots

No tea to takeaway from the café today

I avert all others eyes

Was it through here,

Or a little further perhaps?

 

The birds scatter in welcome as I arrive

Without our blanket to break my fall

An abundance of acorns and twigs suffice

Memories tangled in ipod wires

scrunched tissues and muted mobiles

I won’t stay long as you are not here

to keep my heart warm

I can exist without you

but I cannot live without you

 

Lying down and looking up

I call for your return

The golden leaves catch the breeze

And entwine in those red threads

You created and held so gently long ago

The wind sways the branches

And far away it stirs your poetic soul;

I cannot leave myself here

stain this golden brown beauty

rooted here holding spell unbroken and still

Enshrined in the fading sunshine

A leaf flutters down and I scramble

to catch the wish that is so precious

Thanking the sturdy wisdom of trunk and branch

I hold your hand while walking to my car

in my deluded secret insanity

 

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