yes, there was a dog |
The passing of one to another, years end
and another’s beginning, it seemed like a good moment to reflect.
So she drove to the mountains, things would
be clearer there.
Simpler.
On the road she listened to Mumford and
Sons, it had been a long time.
It hadn’t been easy before, too many
memories.
She had sent it to him, many years ago - in
a different lifetime. He told her which was his favourite.
Later he told how he had driven home after
laying flowers on the grave singing along to the CD on full volume, and the
windows open wide.
Irises.
Never Bluebells.
He still goes to the grave.
He wonders if she still listens.
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