Lives

I write

So as never to forget you

Sitting on that stone bench

High up on the hill

Listening

With a long distant gaze

Through the music

Its energy touching you deeply

Your beauty

None of my business

So I force myself to look away

Then steal another glance

A man approaches

You turn your head to welcome him

Your intimate moment interrupted

By intimacy

Plain to see

So many lives inside us

I write so as never to forget

To honour them all