Today at the Tower
I went to the tower today
I sat beneath its looming; the red lift line weekend quiet;
I listened to soul-sad music and pulled my hoodie up
To stop people seeing the wetness on my cheeks;
The planters added year after year
Filled with spring coloured promise;
Re-reading messages of the nowness of missing and sorrow and love
Touched by the children’s stick drawings so innocent and sweet
… of futures and families and laughter lost as if in a dream.
The buckets of dead flowers tidied and stacked waiting to be removed
And replaced by fresh symbols of anniversaries
29th May, 20222
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