6/7/07:
Morning is coming.
Rain on the roof gets louder.
I hide from the dark.
13/7/07:
Morning is blank
in the cold winter sunshine
of an empty sky.
20/7/07:
The birds chirp loudly
but for you who are absent
they remain silent.
***
Without your body
warm in the bed beside me
I sleep like the dead.
27/7/07:
On a busy road
briefly as if from nowhere
the scent of almonds.
© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2007
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