Musing On Juliet

The churchyard

is the same

new graves now

which were not here

when we first kissed

over half a century

or so ago.

The same moon shines

that shone back then

the same stars twinkle now

as they had back then.

I see the old wooden bridge

that crosses the small stream

is still there like a dream.

But you have gone

taken off by cancer

so I was told.

I walk where we once

walked and kissed

half a century ago or more

and I feel abandoned

like a small boat

on a deserted shore.

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

The contrast between what remains and what’s been lost is so tenderly drawn.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Neha