The delayed day when I'd replay each chapter line and verse
when every tear of four long years would flood and then submerse
came upon a blast Fen morn ring fenced with questions why
confined by all I had resigned, capped by the bowler sky
the wind dried earth reflected there a lifeless fragile heart
each step she made would so degrade until it fell apart
despite the plot I just could not bring thought or words to bear
as in that face I found no trace of want, of love, or care
how differently the end would be from how this all had started
I understand, she kiss my hand and that is when we parted. 
that Drove it calls, I wander still it's worn and grassless verges
where fantasy is cruel to me; with reality it merges
was she real, what did I feel, was my love real and true
coldly disposed, open, exposed the landscape runs me through
how to lose what'is held within, with it's very purpose gone
with miles of track ahead of me how do I now move on