{"postID":136510528,"cachedAt":716817300.131073,"updatedAt":716817300.13107097,"content":{"type":"doc","content":[{"type":"captionedImage","content":[{"type":"image2","attrs":{"topImage":false,"srcNoWatermark":null,"bytes":null,"href":null,"belowTheFold":false,"fullscreen":null,"src":"https:\/\/substack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com\/public\/images\/39adb323-255b-496a-abfd-9966b667a6a2_727x449.jpeg","width":727,"title":null,"type":null,"internalRedirect":null,"height":449,"imageSize":null,"resizeWidth":null,"alt":null}}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"No longer light, but not yet dark,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"We stand here in some space between"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"And listen to a meadow lark;"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"Last year she sang so sweet and keen"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"For us, Christine."}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"Here amid the fading flowers,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"We think of things that shall not be."},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"Christine, can you recall the hours"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"When I was you and you were me"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"Beside the sea?"}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"Above our heads, the soul of day"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"Moves softly through the autumn skies;"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"The earth gives up its green to grey,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"And there before our stinging eyes,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"It stirs and dies."}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"The crow plays in the golden grass"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"And grieves not at his final flight;"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"He knows that all good things must pass,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"That darkness always follows light."},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"It seems he’s right."}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"Christine, you fall away from me"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"On this dour late autumn day"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"As fiery leaves forsake the tree,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"Like eager seeds that drift away"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"In search of May."}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"Your fervent mouth looks different now,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"The tongue less sweet, the lips less keen,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"But press its heat against my brow…"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"Those lips, I think, have never been"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"So cold, Christine."}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"And now that autumn chills our breath,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"The light that lit your loving eyes"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"Fades fast towards a silent death,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"And dies now as the season dies,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"With subtle sighs."}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"Go not as one whose steps would sever;"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"Christine, no shred of sorrow show."},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"As if farewell were not for-ever,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"Go forth like snowflakes, soft and slow,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"Like lovers go."}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"Without the tears that you weep,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"And with a smile avert your face,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"As though you’ve turned aside to sleep"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"And soon will wake to claim your place"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"In my embrace."}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"Your leaving shall not be the last;"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"Where e’er you look, there I will be."},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"And like fond phantoms from the past,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"The wild winds that sweep the sea"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"Bring you to me."}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"And spectres of our summer showers"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"Shall dance on in my memory,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"The promises of perfect hours,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"When I was you and you were me,"},{"type":"hard_break"},{"type":"text","text":"Beside the sea."}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"Read more of Kevin’s work in "},{"type":"text","text":"New Lyre","marks":[{"type":"link","attrs":{"class":null,"href":"https:\/\/www.amazon.com\/dp\/B096YJCWXB","target":"_blank"}},{"type":"em"}]}]},{"type":"paragraph","content":[{"type":"text","text":"Kevin Nicholas Roberts","marks":[{"type":"link","attrs":{"target":"_blank","href":"https:\/\/scarletzine.com\/kevin-nicholas-roberts\/","class":"TWoY9 itht3"}},{"type":"strong"},{"type":"em"}]},{"type":"text","text":" (1969-2008) was a poet, college English Professor, author, husband to Jan and father to his angel dog Buddy. 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