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January 11, 2013
I was with him only yesterday,
we strolled down the lane together.
He held my hand, as he always did,
we wanted the day to last forever.
We carried on down passing Cuthbert’s Mill,
then crossed the bridge to the other side.
We fed to the swans, some bread we’d brought,
as towards us they started to glide.
Such a joyous time of simplicity,
chatting with dog walkers nearby.
Not a care in the world, or so it seemed,
though today there’s a tear in my eye.
For now I walk the route with a sigh,
and no hand to hold but my own.
My love has gone on ahead you see,
leaving me here to walk all alone.
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