I Wore Black Like the Crows

24 Mar

Where did you go?

Did you really die?

I know you have 
- I can’t find you

I wore black like the crows

Must I carry on, must I?

I see your face

A lost reflection

I cry

Moved by the memory of your voice

Will it fade?

Do I have a choice?

I’m frightened now

By the days – will they erase?

The memory of your face – your grace

Your laugh, your smile, the twinkle in your eye

Your warm embrace

Even when I’m senile

And the memory of you has turned yellow at the edges

I’ll remember the softness of your hand and its span

The tears I shed for you by the newly trimmed hedge

In all eternity…

Shall I seek denial?


© C. Flaxton


Dedicated to my loving brother Patrick.

Requiescat In Pace.

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