On the anniversary of your death
If heartache is an avalanche, grief is a whisper, a relentless whisper That ratchets up the heart Blocks the arteries Then departs Your loss it seems was simple The quieting of your mind, Reflected by my dimple So like yours, into hours I pour Poetry... ... Youth attacked you with disdain The perfection of Southern class Masked by a complex longing Sated in time, by a more easygoing mind Quixotic, you threw off the cloak And into substance choked Breaking free, as all birds do Now I'm a little he, a little you Remembering how I read you Keats From that colourful burrito place on Chancery Lane Was it a vision, or a waking Dream? ...