Maybe

We had our days
You only miss them
miss them when they’re gone

Today my mind went away
in that while, my smile
chose the time to carry on

Carry on regardless
Of places with memories
faces, by the blue sky sea

Endless days, slowly feeling free
Free, as the butterfly
in a room with closed windows

A thing of beauty
in a net or jar, captured
by an  innocent child

Captured by the incense
the exotic presence
of one other soul

I fall into the days
Days we only had to miss
miss you now you’ve gone








a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here