Memories of You

We met in October and walked hand in hand Kicking leaves down country roads with canapes of gold Picked our pumpkins from fields of yellow Made love amongst the creaking stalks of dying corn And rode a tractor together, laughing Summers spent at Dover, licking ice cream as we walked on a pier, kissing behind the lighthouse, lying on beaches under a tree which rustled in the summer wind, we lay in the sand and made angels And now after so many Octobers together, you again lie under a tree in eternal sleep, and as I sit by your grave I think, how ironic, as I brush away the Autumn leaves that dare to cover your grave, and I see them swirl upward in the wind forever, away and gone - like you, never to return...