My first ever piece of creative writing circa 2002
My Loss
How long have you been gone now? So long that I no longer feel guilty for not remembering.
For years the fog surrounding you, confounded me. Recollections were vague; another you intruding, a you resembling wedding you, summer garden you, perfect picture you.
I’d lost you.
All the while, though, I knew it wasn’t really you I was grieving, but what I’d lost myself.
The occasion has passed, your departure forgotten, birthdays gone unnoticed. The flowers still grow, but with weeds now amongst them, magnifying their beauty. As time goes by they become more entangled, co-existing in one place.
Your place.
I see you now from every angle and I’m sorry; sorry for not looking for you.
I’m sorry for painting you as I wanted, as a scene of blue skies and green fields, uniform, safe. You were more than that; your landscape stretched further, showing the growing colour of sunrise coming into view, a warm orange hue spreading where it touched; and yet also the ominous black rain cloud in the distance, threatening dark moods and days spoilt.
I’m sorry for not seeing your world, only your place in mine.










