I saw what could be,
Your gravestone with my
name on it, two bodies together
in death, as if we were still
living.
A strange thing to hope for,
I kept my thoughts to myself
not sure that you would
understand.
I said goodbye to you at
the station.
I thought, this is how it
was
for lovers during the war.
I suddenly understood their tears,
the thought that today
might be
the last day.
I saw through you, straight – as I
stepped onto the train;
you, already a long way
away.
I knew then, just how close we were –
that I could read you;
the relief behind your
eyes as I waved
goodbye.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool
Image ‘Loveheart, Gravestone, White Rose’ courtesy of Max Pixel by Creative Commons License.
Image ‘Loveheart, Gravestone, White Rose’ courtesy of Max Pixel by Creative Commons License.
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