My First Year – Thursday 4th January 2001 (Aged 25)

My First Year

my first year without you
feels kind of queasy
like learning to walk again
doesn’t feel so easy

my first year without you
a new year,
but you are not here

my first year without you
without your hold
i will polish the silver
because i not longer have the gold

my first year without you
feels different
miss your strength
that shoulder, so easily lent

my first year without you
raise a glass
shed a tear
try and let go of the past
you are not here




James Garratt – Thursday 4th January 2001


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