Today it was bright and sunny
Yoshi came and picked me up,
we drove
in his vile coloured
rag top BMW,
his taste
hasn't really evolved
from 70's psychedelia
even though he
was an 80's boy.
Today we laid to peace
and I mean peace.
A gentle man
too gentle for this world,
he took his life
just before Christmas
on a lonely cliff top.
Yoshi drives me
and we park in the
new parking place
adjacent to the cemetery.
A traditional service
yet I was moved,
afterwards we left,
we stopped for coffee
and cake,
I played with the torte
on my plate
while Yoshi ate his
with gusto
and I felt sick in his BMW.
Too many times
we meet at funerals
and I still won't marry him
he's too tall
and the kiss that time in Paris
should never have happened;
life still has to go on.

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-18 at 19:13

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Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
The poem starts, almost as a commentary. It is the final section, "Too many times ..." that turns it into poetry. A sad event ending in resolution. Finely done. Peter

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Elle, your skill as a raconteur is never disappoints. This is one of your best.

A very moving poem, exposited with an artist's perceptive skill.