Without You
There would be no sun in the mornings
No smell of freshly baked fairy cakes or
Coffee shop conversations
The hills we once wandered became car parks overnight
There would be no smiles, no laughter
Creaking like an ancient door that has marked
The threshold of grateful generations
When we realise there’s salt in the custard, instead of sugar
I sit here thinking, ‘One day this will be real’
And when that day comes there would be no reason to life - no colour, no music, no warmth, nothing but an empty chair in a dead living room.
Then I remember every time you stood and put your arms around me, to see you, to know you, to meet you, to grow to match you and now to cradle you in turn and I know
Without you, there will always be
The hope that we will meet again
_‘We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when…’_