Two months on

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