Remembering Juliet

You are no more,

I have you

only in memories.

Outside the rain pours,

Philip Glass is playing

on the hifi.

I remember you and I

walking back home

from the pond,

rain dampening us,

your hair hanged

in dampness,

your eyes alive

and smiling.

Wet hands holding.

Outside the lawn

is empty of birds.

Branches of trees

bend with wetness.

Here and now.

I can by remembering you

bring you back

temporarily somehow.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Grief sometimes works its course through memories. Gradually the process will produce release and acceptance. It is a somber passage, but a necessary one.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you John

[Neha agrawal]

You’ve made absence feel present. And that’s a kind of love that never leaves.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you Neha