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Wednesday 2 March 2016

That Day

That Day

I wasn’t there that day at the end
When you finally left me
Your sleep became deeper
Then you drifted away
In a quiet morphine haze

I wasn’t there when the snow came
And the roads were blocked
The lawns white carpeted
The old mansion black-shadowed
As if it knew somehow

I wasn’t there when they took you away
To wait alone in that Chapel of Rest
Hosted by strangers
Awaiting their instructions
Before your car-black journey

But I was there on the very last day
When we gathered together
And gave thanks for your life
When it was finally all over
And there was nothing more I could say

Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2016

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