I remember when a day without seeing your face was a day of sorrow
The joy that I felt when you came into sight
More flowing than walking, grace made manifest
The curve of your cheek, the wave of your hair visual poetry
It seemed that nothing would change, beyond the cycle of the seasons
You would always be there, fuelling my dreams and lighting my life
But as summer declined, and autumn leaves turned red
I felt you slipping away, inexorable as death
Days have run into weeks, and weeks into months
And now a whole year, like a chasm between us
Memories of you, insubstantial as light reflected on glass
Are all that remain, drenched with my tears.
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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
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