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 After three years here, I still find this site amazing. It is a great teacher, and not only of chess. Dedicated to someone who was everything to me, gone from the world but not my heart, here are poems that leave me with poignant memories and a sense of aching loss:

 

 

 

 

I looked for you this morning, 

I looked for you last night,

I looked for you everywhere, 

But you were not in sight.

I looked up to the night sky above,

And saw your face in the stars.

It was then I realized,

You’re not here anymore

But you’ll always be with me…..

You will always be in my heart.

Good-bye doesn’t mean you’re gone,

So long as I still love you,

Your memory will live on. - Anon.

 

 

 

If I am out of time and I could pick one day,

 

One moment and keep it new,

 

Of all the days I have lived,

 

I would pick the day I met you. (from Lakeside)

 

  

Ecclesiastes 3:2 - a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot.

The Boxes In The Hall

 © Adrian Baillie

In every Room of our time together there is a box,

Of memories we shared,

Now is the time to pack away,

With Sadness and with Care.

 

The first is a simple smile,

When ever I thought of you,

Neatly folded into four,

It’s the best that I could do.

 

 Next are all the memories,

Of the times when we were two,

Wrapped with love one by one,

Sealed with tears as glue.

 

 And then there are the butterflies,

I had when you were near,

Now in a cage of sadness,

And locked up with a tear.

 

Next are the times we kissed,

Each one wrapped with a sigh,

Placed next to a rolled up list,

Of all the times I've asked my self why.

 

 Now to pack are the pieces of my heart,

Gathered in a pile,

Each one wrapped up tenderly,

And placed next to a distant smile.

 

 Finally all the shattered wishes,

Placed in softly so no more can break,

Covering them over trying not to cry,

So they would not all ache.

 

Lastly walking round each room,

Closing each and every curtain,

Shutting each and every door,

Leaving behind each and every pain.

 

Gathering up the memories we shared,

Making sure I've got them all,

Packing them softly because I cared,

Leaving them in the boxes in the hall.