Reflection on Juliet.

She lies somewhere

beneath some soil

but I don't know where.

I was informed

of her demise

but not

where she lay.

I muse on one

long ago summer

and us lying in some

field of tall grass talking

and occasionally kissing

watching birds

fly overhead.

Now I am old man

and Juliet is dead.

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

Tender and heartbreaking. It captures love, loss, and the ache of time passing with such quiet elegance. A gentle echo of youth that lingers in memory. Beautifully done.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you.