Last words

Missing me one place search another, I stop some where waiting for you”
― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

Personal photo — Chris in the blue

I’ve decided not to stay here
I don’t like being here.
There are rats in the roof
and a bloody great crow
that bangs on the window every day.
I wish I could stay at the house
that I loved so much
but I know that I never can.
I am by myself
surrounded by boxes of books
that I will not reopen
I wish that I could
rent a small place in Cheshire.
Take care, my old friend.

Play Northern Sky
in remembrance. With love,
Chris.