Backtracks

They tramped across the fields behind the church

On a damp day – the wind blowing north-east

Played on patches of snow left in the ditches

And on the banks of the old canal

In the shadow of the big hill

Embraced.

 

Desperately he said: `I love you

More than I love myself’.

And her eyes

Widened

Incredulous

 

He wasn’t lying.

But what love could you expect

From this tender adolescent who barely

Liked himself?

 

But your eyes

Opened

So wide.

 

Overhead, clouds gathered, winds veered

It was late.

And having gone too far to turn back now

They heard

Hemispheres mutter and gyrate

 

We knew they would not wait

 

And now there’s nothing left

And nothing’s

Changed

 

Peter Jukes 1979 and 1986

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