Reflections in this mill pond, are
clearly seen.
Reminding me of the places, that we have been.
Was a
cool grey day, with rain in the air.
As we walked this path, without a
care.
Now this room is empty, devoid of dust.
Housework completed,
as indeed we all must.
Putting things in order, to each a
place.
Missing so much, the touch of your face.
Quietly listening,
to the chiming clock.
Tis my loneliness, that it does mock.
Cooker
cooled, and pans scrubbed clean.
Wishing so hard, that you could still be
seen.
Armchair empty, the footstool unused.
Memories of these
days, I will never lose.
Remembering clearly, the smell of your
touch.
"Feeling your colours", loving so much.
A high price to
pay, for the days we share.
Willingly paid, as I remember that
care.
This life is for all, especially those who dare.
No one promised
me, that life would be fair.
There is only one way to say
"I Love You"
But there are thousands of ways to demonstrate
Enjoy . Steve . Aka . The Old Sea Dog . 2004 . ©
An original created by "This Steve" for your consideration
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