Saturday, May 14, 2016


Here and now
there and then
back we go to when
you were in a different place
and no one there
who you know now
and even so you know somehow
this is me
and you are gone
this is where
the winds have blown
this is where I am alone
and here I go to a new home
where life is simple
so calm and strange
and familiarity is not with me
and all around are views to see,
from different windows and different rooms
and I know this is a shell outside
who I am, no where to hide
no trees I planted or beautiful ways
to remember you as I pass my days.
Give me time I will adjust
I will move along when I must
I will wait, my time it comes
marching to a different drum.

(Written on Anzac Day, April 25, 2016)

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