Partners in Memory

There is a distant place that I can picture you in.

A place full of long afternoons and daisies.

There is a vague look upon your face as I talk.

There are songs that my record player plays,

I sometimes think I recognise them.

I share with you the low evening blue,

The dancing tops, milk bottle earrings.

They said you moved in next door to the house I once lived.

Outside the house they say you parked a car.

They all thought they saw something in the car,

But I am able to tell them, they did not.

We were once,

Now we are strangers with memories.

Word Painting