We are here,
just hanging on,
you and me,
hanging on to
what was once
and what might be,
but what of now,
what of all that
hangs over us
like a canopy
of trees keeping
out the sunshine,
filtering the light
that might revive
this life that we
want to live.

We are here
living in the shadows,
listening to the
whispers,
and seeing each
other in the filtered
light all so faint,
but not letting go,
for it is me and you,
you and me,
hanging on to
what once was
and what might be.

 

29/8/2023