Only You

only you,
no one else.

take your brush,
run the bristles through
and set it well.

rub concealer
upon your face and neck
to hide you.

run a pash stick
over your ruddy lips to
hide the peeling.

wear something
not so revealing, yet a
little unlike you.

say your goodbyes,
whisper to your Mother,
“Goodbye, Mum”.

take a small case,
only the significant things
you hold so dearly.

come alone to me,
tell me nothing remains and
all pain will cease.

Sea Glass & Sandstone

Wading in the sea glass and the sandstone,
look for the place where you used to stand,
thinking back to every time we came here.

An image of you returns.
I cannot remove that image from my mind;
you continue haunting
my life, my mind, and this place of our own.

Wading with only beautiful memories of you,
hearing the bombs fall,
my heart and my mind yearn to see you again.

Ashes and Angst

We were kind, and we were good,
for our lives were not very good when we were younger.

Rumours of wars and postulating,
for we were never calm enough to say there was no fear.

The old stories from long ago,
old tales recent enough now that we are older and wiser.

Buying a colourful apartment,
for we were going to begin our eternity linked in this place.

We loved for a few years here,
the prospect of a miracle on the horizon quite soon, you say.

The morning snow fell heavy,
for we now had the perfect excuse to stay in bed all day.

Entwined in a warm embrace,
for we could feel something terrible would soon arrive.

The ashes and angst to come;
we would not be part of the atrocities our country faced.

We lay together in this place,
for we never felt death touch us in our linked eternity.