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Year’s end beckons now
Sorrow and sadness lie deep
Like snow, melts in spring
A new season calls
Awakening spirits fresh
Buds of new life hope
Breaks the earth leaving
Winter behind, memories
Cast in spring light
Nourished with love strong
Roots hold firm in wind and storm
Flowers blooming new
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Oh Tuesday night! Bringer of two most beautiful days.
The expectant day.
Packing my bag now. Picking an outfit.
Picking two. Both for you.
Have I got everything? Teabags?
Hot chocolate? The silly gift?
Oh Wednesday morning! Bringer of my lover to me.
The best day.
A look at my watch. You’re driving to the station.
Another look. You’ll have parked, got on the train.
Feverish texting. I love you. How excited are you?
How’s the weather?
Oh beautiful Wednesday! Bringer of us together.
The excited day.
Dash out of the office. An innocent hug. A secret
Smile. An excited hello. A hidden kiss.
Later a cup of tea. What time are you finishing?
As early as possible!
Oh Wednesday night! Bringer of the time we’ve yearned for.
The best night.
Close the door behind us. Close the rest of you out.
Hello. Tea. A starting something kiss.
Love, life, laughter and passion
Now, don’t wait, rest and again.
Oh Thursday morning bringing us dawn and clouds.
The relaxed morning.
We should get up. Should go to work.
Can’t let each other go. Five more minutes and more.
Our morning dance. Perfectly in step.
You boil the kettle. Pour the water. I finish the tea. Dress.
Oh Thursday afternoon bringing sorrow and joy.
The last day.
Stroll to work. Stand close on the Tube.
As close as we dare. A kiss with lips that don’t touch.
Church tea. A sigh. Then to Euston.
Sit on a wall. Then a wave, texts and a call.
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When I was your lover I was a volcano
Throwing out light and life like lava
When you were my love you gave
Me that energy to burn
Sparkling fizzing and crackling alive.
When I was your lover I was a red pine tree
Standing at its height tall and lean
When you were my love you made
Me stand fully tall
Straight and proud relishing my height.
When I was your lover I was Saville Row
A sense of style and well turned out
When you were my love you relished
My look, my style
The cut of my job feeling razor sharp.
When I was your lover I was the dawn
Of your day, your rising sun
When you were my love the first
Thought of your day, I
Filled the space between sleeping and waking.
When I was your lover I was the dusk
Of your day, your setting sun
When you were my love, the last
Thought of your day, I
Filled the space between awake and sleep.
When I was your lover I was with you
At night in your sleeping thoughts
When you were my love you brought
Me into your dreams
Keeping me alive and loved as you slept.
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Phone in the pocket quietly sits,
Aching still where a vibrating
“good morning” used to be;
Half an hour of “I love yous”,
Filled now with silence and
Willing, wanting and waiting.
An arm lain casually across a pocket,
Not feeling for the vibration,
Simply resting there. A lie.
Pulling into the station now,
Phone unmoved, unmoving,
The journey has reached its end.
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Both rushing
Me from the north
You from the south
The wrong way round.
Shorts. Tee shirt
A bottle of beer.
You arrived in a state
After a day’s work hauling
Your bag through the Tube.
You’re glowing I said.
Sweating you said, embarrassed.
A virtual hug into a real one?
Are you kidding you said?
No I said. Then yes! You said
The bar in Euston?
See you there!
Sitting close, the brush of a leg
No kissing though
We might be seen
That look that shake of a head
I think I’m falling in love.
I’m not a million miles from that.
Faces so open. Flushed.
Surprised? Awe? Love? The heat?
Just happy. Unencumbered.
Joy. Pure. Writ large and open.
Copyright © Jane Allen | Year Posted 2016
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