April 25th Mrs Basra; Aisling
I know you, who you are and where you live.
And you; we used to say hello and chat
About little and nothing.
He lives at 25 and has a Scottie dog called Jake.
She secretly treats herself sometimes to cake.
As a treat on the walk back home.
Peter buys the Telegraph most days.
I know you all, all of your ways.
The gossip comes to me.
I pass it on. Nicely.
I’ve been here where you see me
For 27 years and more…
I knew Charlotte over there, when she was ‘so high’
He’s a new Dad.
She lost her Mum... so sad.
They’ve just moved in.
And he’s about to move on.
The come to tell me their news.
I am pleased.
In the centre of our little corner of town.
They all know me.
Or did.
Because suddenly I am gone.
I said goodbye to some.
Not everyone.
Quietly done.
And they often ask after me still.
The same old faces every day
Even though
I am gone.
Life carrys on.
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