December 29, 2012

 

 

Sometimes, by chance or design,

she found herself in his home town.

Treading the pavements she imagined

he still trod, she saw his face in each

passer by, his smiling eyes, his wistful sigh,

his reluctant acceptance of their goodbye.

 

‘What was, what if, what could have been’,

thoughts jumbled into one. Time had not

diminished her longings, nor ever her sadness

gone, but on days like these she found solace,

though sadly, closure, never.

She went to her grave still loving him,

her one true love, forever.

 

 

 

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