Hope to be the lover
Hope to recover
Cope with the difficulties
Shore up the diminutives of indifference
Hope to rediscover
Hope to smother the loss
Cope with the onrush of newness
Shore up the wonders of past memories
See the sunlight
Stranded on the suspended threads
See the church
Camouflaged by trees
As the watches reflections
Strike the desk
Lined up by the wall
Be thankful for what only you do see
Immersed
In memories of what only you do know
Yet, yes, as always yet
Memories where others have played their part
