On the passing of a Lover, the denial and frustration that often accompanies bereavement finally giving way to acceptance.
I saw you there
I saw you there the other day,stood over by the wall,
though for me you did not look.
Your face was rounder and you did not seem so tall,
yet I still was by your beauty struck.
I saw you there in the Park. in silence sat on our seat.
staring as though lost in thought.
With a half glance you left the place we used to meet
and where our love first caught.
I saw you there, in the crowd,leaning against the door,
yet I heard not your voice.
It was only a moment and my very soul I’d sell for more,
if I only had that choice.
I saw you there the other day, strolling along the pier,
though deep inside I knew,
that you’d whispered “let me go, shed your final tear”
and so it never could be you.