I found a bit more of the dropped stuff

I laugh on my own
but I am not alone

I laugh on my own, but I am not alone
No you are here you do not disappear
Is this the same for lovers in grief
The disbelief
Shown by friends and family
Who do not, will not understand
You have not gone
Not away
Just to another peaceful place
Where I join you
Everyday, in my own gentle way

this poem lies on the cutting room floor, for the ones that made it into the pamphlet Yorkshire Love Poems & Other Desperate Stuff click her