Slow drizzle
of time
of memory –
light grey rain
at the window

a confusion
of blackbirds
and magpies
in the air
and settling
here and there

your wild hair
thinner than ever
sleek silver threads
and around the eyes
the years marked
in soft lines

your thoughts
awkward –
clumsy recollections
of a moment
when you knew
that it was love

his words
his touch
his laughter
his love of life
his love of you
and how you
betrayed it all
for the shallow
promise
of fool’s gold

John Lyons