Valediction (for Kate McGreavy)

My true love
had a silver hair
all sprung
amidst her raven
locks

with playful pain
she mocked me
as I drew it from those
glossy strands

and looked at me
a smile that struck again
the heart her smile re-made

*

A quarter century on
comes back that moment
as I sit alone

Though she long lost & gone
I still know where
in secret
lies that cherished thread

that binds me & the one I loved

& will

‘til someone throws it out
Or I die dead.

poem by Andrew Fincham
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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