by your leave
We walked out together in the morning
but I came back alone.
The mist was heavy.
You had on your best boots
for walking.
You didn’t bring me home.
Ties loosen
as time moves on.
I can spend a day
without a thought for you.
But sometimes
when the mist thickens
I hear your voice.
It never says goodbye.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Fri 19th Aug 2011 16:43
It's hard to know whether 'going out walking' is a marvellous metaphor, or a physical reality (perhaps an actual walk that ended in tragedy),or just imaginative thoughts motivated by the picture. Regardless, the mood and empathy of this poem is, again, heart-catching.