We stare, transfixed, immortalised in time.
Across the great divide you lie in peaceful solitude
while I mingle, single-minded amongst noisy multitudes
crowding the pavement.
Feet shuffle against yellow, red and brown crackling leaves
scattered and battered beneath boots of ruddy leather
Our last words were spoken before the blistering heat
of summer cut a swathe in the golden paddocks.
Hot winds blew unruly hair, parched lips waited for the blessing of a clearing shower
I never imagined a separation of souls:
yours in the next world,
mine lingering at the threshold,
longing for you
to return to my side,
to clasp my waiting hand.
A salty tang cuts a streaky path to my mouth.
Tears come now; they drop silently to hide
in the wasteland of leaves which other feet will crush
with indifference.
I move on towards the next memory
of seasons spent together.
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