Not Here.
Hot, September afternoon
Feels so warm, last night full moon,
But you’re not here.............
Autumnal colours, sleepy haze
Birds all quiet, shorter days
But you’re not here.............
Soon be winter, first frosts and dew
Walks in silent woods to do
But you’re not here..........
The time has passed, now two years –
Can’t believe so many tears
Are you still not here?.........
I close my eyes – yearn and seek
Then – a brush of fur against my cheek
Yes – you’re here!!
That love we shared will never die
We’re still together, you and I
Walkies, Oliver?
By Marion Laurence.