(A lone voice whispers)
I miss you my only love more so at this time of year
The soft smiles
Holding warm smooth hands as we once walked for country miles
Watching the yellow and red sunset as the daylight bowed and dipped
Kissing the lands below and whispering goodbye
I miss you my only love more so
At this time of year
Looking through old photographs and then visiting old memories and all their stimulating road maps
Sitting together watching old films like Doctor Zhivago with popcorn on television
Laying in bed
Huddled together naked under warm sheets and talking shamelessly
About how we made it through the fire and ice and all life's many inquisitions
I miss you my only love more so
At this time of year
It's the same in every memory I find
Whenever I remember when you were just mine
Maybe you'll come round and put your angelic arms around me
Kiss me softly on the forehead and say everything will be just fine
For it's always just you I'd like to see
Still standing smiling like in our favourite photograph underneath our prized old apple tree
On this our old farm but deep down I know it cannot be
For you're in Heaven
Hidden in a place
The living can never see
But still
I just miss you more so my only love
At this time of year
When my old world suddenly burns and I remember why
For you're no longer here
Copyright John Duffy
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