Wednesday, 1 April 2015
To Cynthia From Trevor.
The faintest echo of a long ago friendship
Your name
whispered into the stillness
The emptiness of tonight
which is all that we now have
Cynthia
I miss you
I miss you
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
April 1st. 2015.
In Loving Memory of Cynthia Lennon 1939 - 2015, who I used to meet with John in London in the 1960`s, most often in The One Tun Goodge Street.
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thought this was complete after the first five lines - nice write all the same!
ReplyDeletethe above comment was posted at 18:30 BST ... don't know what time zone your blog follows! LOL
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