Suitable  maybe  for  a summer evening in Southport

https://www.theguardian.com/fashion/2019/jan/11/how-to-wear-smart-cold

 

I remember walking with you on a Sunday afternoon
Stumbling on the icy path, sun set low and cool
I took so many photographs,I tried to catch the sun
It hid its orange radiance , sensed the night to come

There were shrubs on the other side which seemed to  move and sway
They kept the sun from my questing eye, as from the path I strayed
It’s only across the road from here, yet I cannot bear to go
Because  you walked  here every day and I still miss you so.

 

In the morning I awake,I feel so warm and snug
I drink my tea hot and plain from a gigantic mug
My mind opens and I ask whatever has happened to me
I had a husband but he has gone, wherever can he be?

It’s like a swollen wound half healed, but I feel weak inside
Who killed my soul and  broke my heart when my beloved one died?