Neil Graham Marsden


Holding Time

I awoke as if like lightning then
to realise that ten years on,
all memory of your face had faded,
that old great healer time had called again.

Turning on the light I reached across the bed
into my memory box of faces long since gone.
Blowing off the dust, you nestled seven deep,
your photograph now dancing by the mellow light.

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