'David Gray sings it'

The song I heard when we threw shells
up into the air and laughed at reflected light.
The same song when seagulls huddled near us
on a rock and we breathed quietly to watch them.
You brushing your hair long and each sweep
of the brush sent down ripples to your shoulders.
Our feet on springy turf, erratic rock,
and back to turf again.
God, how I miss you.I miss you
again and again and again.
I am afraid to speak your name in my mind
because this train is full of people.
I am afraid to think about the song.
When I get home to Ireland
I will draw my curtains
and listen to it on the tape
and nobody will see me.

~ by Pat Ingoldsby