Where have you gone,
I wish I knew.
Are you the warm breeze,
When the wind blows through.
Where have you gone,
Are you the brightest star.
I hope you are proud,
Wherever you are.
11th January 2023
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland