Poetry

Step By Step

By 7th January 2014December 9th, 2019No Comments

In truth the band play’d on; may sound cliché
When stepping out alone leaves one exposed
In partnership we waltzed thro’ each new day
Didst follow every lead I hath proposed
Once sensing you at hand, no more relates
No more the warmth of touch midst winters chill
Where e’er thou art, my heart yet still dictates
My every waking thought; perchance until
I wander thro’ this life in erstwhile form
Pretence at what seems norm, my practised stance
Convinced that all is well, I am tho’ torn
Twixt what is now; then proved, our final dance
Bereft of words to say, I hold my pen
Lest I may feel the rhythm, once again

Richard Gildea

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