I went back to our avenue of autumn gold today
to see if you would always be there as you'd said.
Yet found that even there, our most treasured of places,
was quiet, still and empty of one other living soul.
Then, as if the silence punched me with the loss of you,
I knew that everywhere would wear the same dark cloth
well constructed in the venue of free verse, Walt Whitman is as melodious as rhyming 10
Very sad poem. The longing and missing is palpable in this piece. Though I do believe that we can hold our loved ones in our heart. I hope I've not misread this poem, it is lovely. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely sensitive poem, Neil. I am left with a sad autumnal feeling along with a picture of the golden colours of autumn.