Strange, calm, hub, all of a sudden I’m here.
There’s a presence here I feel, but do not fear
I am reminded of the time we had together
Strolling, sitting, laughing; a portrait of Heather
In her happier days. Before everything, all
Like the petals of a tulip past its best
Or a paper slowly burning in the fire
Its black edges flashing, occasionally, to red.
Like gypsy traffic lights on her inner road.
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