thoughts of you

when I think of you

tears fall

with the memories

and a touch of England

springs to mind

BBC dramas

books we loved

the vibrant beaded elephant key ring that you gave

all the way from Africa

which always catches on my clothes

tonight a text came

to say the flowers that I sent

are giving your family pleasure

and again I think of how much

I am going to miss you

death is so surreal

I never got to say a proper goodbye to you

but somehow the last time I saw you

something in me knew

It would be the last time

and maybe that is why

I cried all the way home

I miss you tonight

As tears fall

I draw close to the silence

as I listen to the wind

whispering of spiritual things

as I remember your friendship

like a touch of spring

that came to me in the depths

of the darkest winter

(for Christine)