I knew your dad had died
but now your mum and brother too
and the death notice wasn’t clear
- it might also have been you
I only have one photo
on the train from York to Leeds
of an ordinary young woman
- no jewellery or beads
it doesn’t show the passion
and the real love we shared
just a dirty old carriage
where nobody cared
I should have been bolder
I wish I’d loved more
and now I cannot open
that unique, gentle door
in the fading picture
your eyes are tightly closed
and you just suppress a smile
as if you had dozed
for all these awkward years
then suddenly woken
our love was right there
still unspoken
Paul Judges
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-knew-13/
