Memories

Memories are evocative
Evoked by the merest hint
An image of an open fire
reminded me of you

I laid this one
the last night
I was with you
all those moons ago

The fireguard is up
and I kept it there
I felt your warmth
even after I left

I remember, once
you came to my door
but there was no place
and you went away

I sometimes listen
to your recorded voice
your beloved songs
even in Manx Gaelic

The wind whistles
it calls your name
the Atlantic thunders
laps onto the shores you walked

Eleven months ago
you swam away
under the northern stars
that had become your home

She that knows all
plays in her new forever home
awaiting your return
and come back... you will