There is a time
for hoping
for praying if you wish
for watching and for waiting
but when that time has passed
there comes a time for bitter realisation
a time to stop the clock
a crying time
and a time to say goodbye

The rain
when it came
was not unexpected
soft at first
then larger drops
falling music
dancing puddles
ignored in a rush of passers by
I stayed to the end
and heard it all
that orchestra of sky

Tennis racket
lost along with your skis
like falling leaves
blown into the cupboard
they stayed for 90 years
waiting for Anthony to finish the game
but he never came

Fronds of Auburn hair
Frame you as a sunflower
Floating in moonlight

Blend me a colour
In waterproof mascara
Shades of missing you

Butterscotch sunset
Fades our walls to caramel
Sweet hummingbird light

Sleep peacefully now
A sinking sun paints the walls
Cancer drinks the light