It was the quiet
at midday that took me back
to another time.
Absence, rather than presence,
opened memory’s
door and let, not an image
but a feeling, slip right in.
JDG
It was the quiet
at midday that took me back
to another time.
Absence, rather than presence,
opened memory’s
door and let, not an image
but a feeling, slip right in.
JDG