The yellow and brown of last year's leaves,
The patches of bluebell blue
The footpath worn by ancient feet,
The memories of you.
This is the wood where we once walked,
Our welcome little world
Where, on our secret rendezvous,
Our love became unfurled.
You had your life and I had mine
And they were worlds apart
Except for when we walked through here
And shared a single heart
And no-one knew but me and you
That weekly you and I
Would sit upon a fallen tree
To love and live a lie.
And no-one know how close we came,
How hard the line we drew
Although the friendly trees looked on,
The long-gone bluebells knew.
And now I walk through memories
Of very-nearly days,
Of shared unexpectation
And the parting of the ways
But don't feel any sadness.
How could I when I know
I held you close just long enough
So many years ago?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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