The Meeting

It hurts to think I might not see you again

But I don’t think I can stay here anymore

I have waited patiently for so long

But it looks as though you have gone

 

I’ll be waiting in the church porch, you said

After the service, you know the one

But I think I might be mistaken

Or have I been misled?

 

But something doesn’t feel right

The light always stays the same

And nobody seems to see me

It’s as though all my colours have fled

 

I have been here every Easter

I’m pretty sure that’s what you meant

I am feeling a certain unease

Am I to be reincarnated instead?

 

I feel the same, I am the same

But maybe I look different to you

Maybe older, maybe wiser

Younger? Or just dead

 

Either way, I really have to go

I think I am running out of choices

That light is not going to last forever

And I might miss my chance to follow

 

Goodbye my love, I tried to wait

But maybe you will find me

I think there’s time, always time

For you to search tomorrow

 

 

I was on my way home here, cutting back through the porch that covers the walkway from the Old Parsonage to the North Entrance of the church of St.Mary's in Eastbourne, East Sussex, UK.

I stopped, thinking of all the people who must have arranged to meet at this place over the years.

 

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Done