we turn and face the cold
tears have run dry
mountains seem so high
we gave it our best
and we leave idle chatter
to the rest
we turn and move away
i know it’s uncertain
as the moon shines on
and as we draw the curtains
it is time for us to move
preserve the memories
celebrate our growth
for all we keep and all we have
let’s raise a toast
James Garratt – February 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 