When We Last Parted

by Donna Roberts
(Essex, England)

When we last parted
It was on a carpet of auburn leaves
It was side stepping muddy puddles
that reflected the bisque canopy above
And to the sound of clunking cars
and their exhausts' rattling hum

When we last parted
It was that long wait for March
It was as full of promise as the first bud
that flowers in the Spring of love
And when that time came, I was there, in our place
and you were not there. You did not come