by another name

The summerlands at Autumn Time
Might be the place for me
Entering another phase
I would, absolutely
Realise the finality
Of being but not seeing
Shedding tears
Increasing fears
And honestly not being

Able ever to see your face
To see your flaxen hair
To sit u in my little car
And tell you that I care
To see you as I had
In my constancy
In my dreams
And the reams and reams
Of poetry

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