As It Was
The clearing where
you stand on tiptoes
you never stood
The trees you
flick between mark a trail
we never followed
The wind tugs at
that purple dress
you never wore
The smile you run back to me
to give
you never smiled
That secret
you’re still whispering
was never yours, never shared
So far we walked
and praised together and yet
we never did
David O’Hanlon is based in Northumberland and has recently had poems in Material, and forthcoming in Dream Catcher.