Valley

I
can
still
remember

the crevices and
contours of
your face and

I
can
still
remember

the soft velvets
of your voice as
they swim in
gentle waves,
dancing in
pretty little waltzes
inside my soul.


And
although

I
can
still
remember,

it doesn't change things,
   doesn’t change

that you left us,

even if 

I
know
where
you
are
now. 

It helps, though,

like the idea of lights 
at the end of the road:
of a welcoming, 
cosy house and
a warm bed after
a long journey home
from far away

adventures. 

This
place

where
you
are

is all mountains and long-grass,
and as the sun rises
                  in the morning
it pulls itself up
on a rope of
                  silvery-blue 
and skims the backs
of the mountains 
and hills of the valley

where you now


reside. 

And I think,

I
like
to
think
that

you live happily, 
because you always

did

live happily,
didn’t you,
dear?

Though,

sometimes you sit under the 
willow trees at the foots of the hills 
and remember those you once loved. 
You still love them, 
of course, 
but you don't feel the 
pain 
of the loss of this love 
because the 
love 
wasn't ever 
lost.

Every time the sun shines 
your heart beats faster.
You feel warmer because 
you remember how we loved you, 
and how you loved all of us. 

When the moon takes patrol
in the midnight sky you 

                                             smile 

because it reminds you of 
Paul and how he was your moon. 
When the stars shine you cry a little 
                                          cry 
of nostalgia as you remember your 
daughters; your son; your grandchildren. 

And the 
flowers - 

who could forget the flowers? 

They grin up at you, 
each one a personal 
reminder of every 
friend
you'd ever had. 

You can't forget us, 
because in that secret place where 
nobody knows - 
in the valley where you are, 
we are all around you. 

And in the real world, 
where we carry on living best we can, 
you are all around us: 
in the wind; the trees; 
the grasses; the churches; 
the castles; the beaches and coves; 
the clouds, the sky and the rain. 

You are everywhere. I don't feel any

                                                        pain. 

I love you, 
and nothing would ever stop me 
loving you. 

And if in a few years time 
I don't miss you quite so bad, 
I'll know that - 
whilst you're far away - 
you're happy, 

and I'm not sad. 

The End

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