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
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.