The clock has moved on
from the hours that it kept
When, below it I would wait
to meet again your smile

The time it has shown
with hands and face
Has left your hands still kind
Your face still beautiful

As I dip my fingers
into the cool fountain below
I remember those evenings
flicking water where you sat

Watching the people
passing through Stevenage Town Square
Passing through their lives
as ours lay out before

Then years of marriage
with no need to wait
Yet often I would sit
and imagine you arrive

But the clock has ticked on
and now you are gone
Yet I feel you still
in the fountains cool water.