I knew your dad had died
but now your mum and brother too
and the death notice wasn’t clear
- it might also have been you
I only have one photo
on the train from York to Leeds
of an ordinary young woman
- no jewellery or beads
it doesn’t show the passion
and the real love we shared
just a dirty old carriage
where nobody cared
I should have been bolder
I wish I’d loved more
and now I cannot open
that unique, gentle door
in the fading picture
your eyes are tightly closed
and you just suppress a smile
as if you had dozed
for all these awkward years
then suddenly woken
our love was right there
still unspoken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thoughtful poem! well penned. Draws you in as one reads it. Lovely; D