A year since

A poem


It’s been a year,
Since I went walking with you in Scarborough,
Grandfather

I wore a jacket that was black like the night, 
In contrast to the waterfront Arcade,
And my shirt and shoes,
Blue like the sea which you and I walked near.

The days were long and fulfilling, 
We went up the steep streets
And down, from city to waterfront
I imagine it must have killed you.

Up and down, buying things
Eating sweet things
Drinking coffee which to this day
I have never tasted better.

And I feared the hour of Scarborough’s closing,
Like a murderer fears the gallows.
For when those slow, fat reapers came for us, 
I knew my heart would go shallow.

My dearest wish is to return there,
with Granny and you. 
And once again explore all the joys,
that can be offered by Scarborough.

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