Saxophone and Remembering.

A saxophone

plays on the hifi.

A dull afternoon

with grey clouds

and promise of rain.

She lay beside me those days

listening to the seagulls

and sea's rush on the beach

whispering about bedtime

and games and love.

Seagulls fly above still

and the sea

still rushes the shore

but you are dead

and hold hands

and whisper no more.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Saxophone brings back memories. The promise of rain fills my eyes with tears. Grief is such a mountain to contemplate. Deeply felt emotion here. Death is so final.

Chris

[Terry Collett]

Thank you Chris