Down Goldington Avenue
Fingers entwined with memories
Shivering in the cold and rain
On this dark winter’s eve
Waiting for you to take my hand
As I walk down Goldington Avenue
Once we lost time walking hand in hand
On those long hot summer nights
Losing my head with you by my side
Then summer turned to autumn
As the leaves began to fall
Sitting on our bench in the park
Huddling close from the cold
As the north winds whispered tales of snow
And when twilight faded with the setting sun
We made our way down Goldington Avenue
At home we sat by an open fire
Looking out as the rain turned to snow
Watching snowflakes melt as they fell
Your body close to mine, soft and warm
The taste of your lips linger still
What happens when love goes?
A falling star, burning bright then gone forever
Now…
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Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 