Remembering Juliet.

The church is still there

where we stole a few moments

away from others

to kiss and embrace.

The same bell chimes

to give the time of day.

The churchyard still contains

the dead who lie

as they did then.

But you are not here

as once you were,

death as taken you

some other place,

where I do not know

so cannot bring you

flowers there.

But I can remember you and I

beneath an evening sky

embracing and kissing.

Time brings back,

momentarily,

what we feel missing.

© Terry Collett

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

This is so soft and sorrowful — the kind of poem that doesn’t shout, but lingers.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Neha