Standing on a windswept cliff
The colour of blue grey slate
Remembering what I had forgotten to remember
A time when I did not stand there alone.
You were with me, blue eyes smiling
Somewhere, there is a slice of sky missing.
That was then, back when I had forgotten
Memory brings back pain and pleasure
Now I know that empty space is filled
Because you have gone.
A part of me walks beside you
The sky weeps with remembering…
© Anita Dawes 2021