You were always walking away,
Deep in your mind,
Taking the next bend before I did,
Sometimes we walked side by side,
Wrapped in one body,
Breathing one life,
Husband and wife in every cell of our being.
You have gone out of sight forever,
Never will I find you waiting
On a forest path,
At a Y-junction under a green canopy,
Or at the top of a mountain,
Smiling from the summit,
I walk alone, feeling your presence
In the wind and the water;
My soul aches to see you
Walking towards me,
Smiling in the light
Of our love.
I wrote ‘Walking Away’ when I was grieving the death of my husband. It shares space with several poems of mine, and others written by my husband Terry Dartnall, in my memoir A Wind from the East.
I had never experienced such…
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