An Apex Of Grief - Poem by Andy Brookes
We climbed the hill,
there we stood exultant.
we cried out
to blend our voices with the hills
which sent its echo back
with a blessing.
your eyes sparkled, cheeks glowed,
and we made love amongst the heather
on an old rug of tartan,
which tickled and itched.
I went to our spot the other day, a mistake,
for no echo of that day remained.
only the sad rain and the heather,
which hissed in disapproval in the wind
and the coldness of my old age.
I cried no heroic tears
but a stream from deep wells.
The I set my face to the wind
and walked on.
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