Oh, The Things I Left Behind by Philip Isherwood

 
Oh, the things I left behind
walking through so many days
 
The silk-wrapped clouds in open skies
Bonfires that warmed the children’s faces
Feeling lost in the mist of a waterfall
Barefoot, walking  through fallen leaves
 
That day you helped me choose a ring
Finding those seeds inside my pocket
Discovering someone else’s questions
Waking, free in pure morning light
 
Being fragile, learning to belong  
Sitting quite alone in a cluttered room
A drive in the country in our new car
Hearing the clap-rattling cotton mills
 
The mischievous smiles I often shared
Holding mum’s hand as the siren went
The stories I borrowed from my sister
Hearing the children laugh on the green
 
Our new home, we had a front parlour
Leaving the keys, I put a note inside
Seeing the butterflies dance in summer
Autumn fog that wraps up sounds
 
Missing my part in Calendar Girls
A face at the window in the street
Climbing cliffs to chalk your name
Lying in the sun watching eagles
 
Oh, the things I left behind
walking through so many days