Remembrance

In our hallow garden there is a sanctity of stone.

The wall we labored over in quiet solidarity

Has settled like a slumbering cromlech

Dreaming all our secrets to itself,

Our murmuring voices

Writ forever in its granite flesh.

Your absence is a sharp presence. It stings my eyes.

The cat in-sinuous against my leg

Hears your last summer shushes

Lifting tail to meet the memory of your hand

And I look towards your empty chair, sip sepia coffee,

Keep our covenant with trowel and spade.