I wish I were in Hertfordshire again
The River Lea a small and sparkling stream.
As I sit here clutching my gel pen
Facing a blank page, oh paper clean
I think about our holidays and walks
Now I barely get across the room.
I miss you for your feelings and the thoughts.
Sitting on the riverbank relaxed
Where has gone my treasure once unsought?
All alone I sit here and reflect
Loving these quiet memories I have brought
Once your love was here but now it’s gone
You float away like water over stones.