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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2 comments:

  1. Malcolm8 April 2015 at 10:29

    thought this was complete after the first five lines - nice write all the same!

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  2. Malcolm8 April 2015 at 10:31

    the above comment was posted at 18:30 BST ... don't know what time zone your blog follows! LOL

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