If I tried to make you love me over ducks feasting on bread, the finest glass bottles containing the cheapest white wine, with charity shop ventures where we thrift shopped like the cool kids, the times I’d look into your eyes and immerse myself in your soul - I suppose I got distracted.

When we fed the ducks at the duck pond overlooking that beautiful church I think back to the ripples in the water and they told a different story.

They told me you were sad and I didn’t want to believe it. They swayed together in defiance to your departure yet still you departed.

It was too late to change the tide but now when I feed the creatures at the pond you can see ripples created by drips that fall down my face.