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? ...

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