The house now empty
and lifeless stands
a heap of sand
is all that remains
A year ago now
was the last party
from where
we said good bye
Two months
have gone by
a long road lies ahead
from the only certainty in life
Land of trees - January 18
The land of trees
has been empty of late
empty of leaves
and trails left untrodden
Today I went back
on my own this time round
and the trees were asking
just you now is it?
No reply I would give
as alone I was not
but alone I had come
for that way it must be
The land of trees
stood still, boughs unbending
awaiting the return
of two, perhaps
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