The day hangs like a hat. Do i matter? We drink tea. Outside the sun blows rosewards, my head is bowed. Schoolteacher - the hole of your silence throws me into the blackboard.
Rows of days drift like washing down the years.. hued in shades of pain or joy stringing like grey beads, revolving, hung in time on the abacus of my life, . What have i learnt?
Memory of you,dancing. flag in a stiff breeze; butterfly, dust mote drifting, sleet on a windowpane; your fingers told them all.. body tracing itself in rhythm; insistent, latin, precise.
I loved your smile. wide, arcing my world safe; with a life i won't forget.. took for granted the bond we had, think I'll not find its like again in anyone.. closeness natural as breathing,
Leaves fall, singly and in groups, whirling to lie, orange. yellow, fading to brown on the city street. You fell, singly.. whilst i was away - whirling to a hospital room where