remembering in October

mine is not a life without sky
but like a pebble pocketed
and half forgotten
my fingers will brush
the cool smoothness of you
and be startled into sadness
for the space of a long heartbeat
or a breath lightly held
before moving on beneath
the sighing lull of yellowing trees
mine is not a life without sky
though there are times
I can feel the edges of it
following along beside
wearing your scent,
carrying your sound,
and casting our words
to the leaves at my feet

© Sarah Whiteley

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7 thoughts on “remembering in October

    1. Well I damn well appreciate that, Laz. 🙂 I think that’s the first time anything I’ve written has been referred to as “damn” something. Must say, I rather like it!

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