Wendy Cope

The Widow I like this piece. I think you’d like it too. We didn’t very often disagree Back in the days when I sat here with you And knew that you were coming home with me. This is the future. It arrived so fast. When we were young it seemed so far away. Our years … Continue reading “Wendy Cope”

The Widow

I like this piece. I think you’d like it too.
We didn’t very often disagree
Back in the days when I sat here with you
And knew that you were coming home with me.
This is the future. It arrived so fast.
When we were young it seemed so far away.
Our years together vanished like a day
At nightfall, sealed for ever in the past.
I can’t give up on music, just discard
The interest we shared because you died.
And so I come to concerts. But it’s hard.
Tonight I’m doing well. I haven’t cried.
My head aches. There’s a tightness in my throat.
And you will never hear another note.

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  1. I read this in The Spectator and should like to know more about, or access, “The Audience” commissioned by the Endellion String Quartet. Thank you.

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