Taking the road together and testing things as we go along

A golden sky above the fields,

a warm and soft breeze;

here we walked, holding hands

(you always used to stroke my palm)

heading towards a blue strand.

I felt like I could leap

from star to star, gathering,

on my way, both the sun

and the moon, and mingle them

in a test tube.

I don’t know why I’m constantly

reminded of your face, your warmth,

stupid details like how you sipped your tea,

or how you leaned your body close to mine

when we strolled on a path through the woods –

almost stumbling over our feet.

I’m not sure where I’m going with this –

I guess I just wanted to let you know

that after all this time, I realise

how hard it is being alone,

with nobody to lean on,

and making tea for one,

each time I wake up.

Published in Acumen 99, January 2020; also featured as a guest poem on Acumen in January 2020.

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