My mind carries you with me
to so many different things.
You're there in the articles
that flash across my screen.
When I see other couples
celebrating their love.
When I pass places
where we have memories shared.
You will be there in Nyanga,
off fishing at the dawn.
You are at St Georges
in the grounds and great halls.
I want to share things with you,
kiss you once again.
But your lips are now cold to me
and you have effectively moved on.
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