Same Day … Same Month … Next Year

Same Day … Same Month … Next Year

I stand quietly in the high street shop..rows of cards on show,
Remembering my early years..before love began to grow.
Teenage infatuations..thoughts of perfect love for life,
Always searching for the right girl..who might become my Wife.

Falling in and out of love..bouts of happiness then heartache,
Disappointment too..or feeling that my heart would break.
Kisses on the doorstep..then driving home alone,
Endless conversations..upon the family phone.

Wishing days would fly by..till you could meet again,
Then love died between you..and your sun turned into rain.
I wonder where they all are now..the girls I used to know,
I wonder if they ever think of me..I bet the answers no.

My thoughts are interrupted..by someone reaching for a card,
So many different choices..makes selection really hard.
Eventually I find the one..that I was searching for,
And I wander down to join the queue..at the till just by the door.

I look at all the faces..waiting patiently to pay,
And I wonder who the loved one is..that’s in their thoughts today
So back out on the high street..find a cafe..and buy a tea,
Write loving words within the card……WITH ALL MY LOVE..FROM ME.

Next port of call..the flower shop..forget-me-nots and roses red,
Jump on the bus and flash my pass..thinking of the year we wed.
I was a very lucky man..to have had..such a happy married life,
So many blissful lovely years..with a loving caring wife.

The sun is shining weakly..as I step down from the bus.
I find a bench and sit awhile..thinking of the two of us.
Is it really four long years..since we said our last goodbye,
I feel a breeze caress my brow..like a gentle angels sigh.

So I lay the card and flowers..in the place I always do,
The peaceful place where you lie asleep..beneath the spreading yew.
I tell you all the family news..that I think you’d like to hear,
Whisper..goodbye..I will come back..same day..same month..next year.

© Martin Silvester 5/2/2018.