That evening in the cafe never leaves me
A decade's service gone with a vanished friend.
Lost messages and useless answers assail me,
Knowing the final lucid light is snuffed.
2 become 1
1 lost without her
A tired voice rambles in the background
Recycling suggestions already rejected
Eventually I close my eyes and think of Vectis Road.
Silently as a Sunday
Her name froze on the winter air
I watch the London Marathon and sigh.
Tomorrow the weather might be fine.
NEXT? Why don't you look at Swiming by: Nola Bartolo from: Sydney, NSW, Australia