289. the end of the past.

sitting there 

bathing in the golden sun

was a delight

for a magic hour or so

whilst the day eased itself into twilight


he’d never noticed the green bronze words

on the plaque

on the bench

on which he sat

every Sun-day


“In loving memory of Audrey,

 – a favoured spot”


her start date and expiry

on show for all the world to see.