…always
In her blue solitude
in the monotony
of her endless days
and even more
her endless nights
her empty eyes…
…still envision
his gentle hands
which forever
enfold her heart
her memories
a little scattered
half-erased now
by the years
the night winds
blow softly
and she whispers along
my love…
…you have flown so far
her hand
that he still holds
is pressed
to his chest
here we are again…
…where it all began love
nobody
knew her more
and he stays
with her always
keeping the promise
that he gave
so many years ago
that he…
….will always stay
and that she …
…will never be alone
© Ann Bagnall 2013
Revised 2024
