by Richard Vince
Somewhere up there, behind the clouds,
The Moon is making its regular journey
Around the Earth, as it is always doing,
While man made items, flung up
Into orbit by roaring rockets, hide
From human eyes in its company.
An appropriate song reminds me of
The face I never saw, the voice I never heard,
And the name I will not see again.
These are not the words I would have
Written to her; merely the thoughts
Of her that came to me today, with
The realisation that she is gone
From my life.
Announcements of trains heading for
That mysterious island I once glimpsed
Remind me of her, and a journey
I once almost made.
Words taken too seriously come back to me,
A bitter aftertaste of a sweetness
I tried my best to embody.
The finality of it all saddens me...
The thought that I will never again
Be able to enjoy that wonderful sense of humour;
That once she is faded from my memory
She will not be restored to the friend
I once knew, but will remain a shadow
Cast by the light of satellites as
They look down on me, and on her,
And on everyone else I have known
And everyone I will never know.
This world is filled with unfamiliar faces,
Each one different from any I have seen
Or ever will see. Perhaps, one day, one of
The many I see will belong to her.
Posted on 01/08/2005
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