Dying Apart Together


I saw what could be,                


Your gravestone with my


name on it, two bodies together


in death, as if we were still




A strange thing to hope for,


I kept my thoughts to myself


not sure that you would





I said goodbye to you at


the station.


I thought, this is how it




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




I knew then, just how close we were –


that I could read you;


the relief behind your


eyes as I waved


Copyright owned by Jay Cool

Image ‘Loveheart, Gravestone, White Rose’ courtesy of Max Pixel by Creative Commons License.


Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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