It Happens.

It happens

the demise

of a loved one.

Torn away from you

one day.

The places

you walked once

are still there

but without her

are bare.

The cheap hotel

is no more

flats have been built

where the hotel

once stood.

You stand on the beach

watching the incoming tide

remembering

a long ago summer.

Children who once played

on the beach back then

bring their own grandchildren

here now.

A mild wind

touches your hair

as she once

touched your hair

and closing your eyes

you imagined

she still does so.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Poignantly penned. Revisiting a place that has memories of a special loved one. Visually beautiful but the feelings of loss are palpable. The final lines are particularly touching. Lovely work.

It Happens, it does and as we age we dread being the one left.

Chris

[Terry Collett]

Thank you very much Chris