Memories

Walking down the street, hand held by mum,

My eyes shift to the right, and I see you.

Standing in the doorway, cig in hand, 

Arm lifting, you wave. 

Standing in the street, I get stuck talking, 

The village gossips are asking if he’s dead yet. 

Walking down the street, towards me, 

An eye roll gets sent my way, long strides carrying you home.

Waiting for the bus, because what else is there to do,

Movement catches my attention. 

Through the window of your place of work, 

Waving your duster around like a flag. 

Sitting next to you on the bus, laughing like we always did, 

You ask me, “why would you wanna stay?”

Text messages back and forth, “how you getting on?” 

Phone calls just to check-in, and to hear your voice. 

A lifetime of memories, that words can never do justice, 

A lifetime of memories, is all that is left. 

I started a new life, and your life ended, 

And I miss you. 

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