gone

I live opposite a park. A few years ago I used to walk in the afternoons and I would always see a beautiful older lady sitting on one of the benches, under a tree, with a golden retriever gently at her feet.

Local folk seemed to know her. As she sat quietly, they would wave and she would wave back. Some would stop for a few words and others would sit with her a while.

My Lovely One and I went away for a few years and then we came back. I was walking yesterday afternoon and realised that ever since we returned, I haven’t seen her.

I thought about her for a while and wondered what had happened, to her and her beautiful friend. Thinking about that made me sad.

Tags: friendship, grief, Sadness