It could happen any time

Upon some country lane

Or an urban town red brick in hand

Maybe on a wind swept evening on a sandy beach, or in a dirty car with too many miles clocked;

 

Ah it doesn’t really matter either way

As long as the skies turn from blue to grey

and grey to the brightest blue,

like being used to life without you.

 

 

~ G McK

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