“Barbara, I have two beautiful bulldogs.”
What I would have given for you to see them.
“Oh John, they are beautiful,” you’d say,
drawing both your hands up to the sides of your face.
Your look of the purest joy.
I’ve got Bulldogs, you had Bassett Hounds,
for all those years I drove your car around.
A Mini Cooper S, Mk1. BRG.
As I lay in front of my open fire, today,
on this winter’s day of June,
I suddenly realised, I will never,
have the pleasure of seeing your beautiful smile,
as you say those words.
I’m just going to have to dream
of that moment,
now forever,
instead.
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