It’s back there somewhere
along the miles I’ve walked.
Maybe someone’s picked it up
and is trying to make it work
or has taken it apart to see
if there’s anything useful inside.
It must be like leather now from rain and sun –
not much use to anyone.
I’ve got used to its absence;
life, as they said it would, went on.
All that heart ever held was you.
And once I thought that everything.
Gill left Chester and moved to Devon where she’s now a member of The Company Of Poets (Totnes) . She was winner of the 2015 Michael Marks Award for “The First Telling” (Happenstance Press).
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Lovely poem Gill
From, Maureen x