Dear Editor A Love lost!

So I must unpick a golden thread, from thoughts embroidered in my head.

A twinkling star has left the scene, now shadows, where fond memories have been.

The fabric of my mind has lost its sheen.

And in my heart unseen, a tiny rent, a trace, of treasured moments spent.

To meet with you and share again, to be and to look apon.

Oh! the loneliness that surrounds, every second that you are gone.

In a loveless wilderness I wander, with feelings that are bereft, now nothingness to ponder, or wonder what is left.

Yours sincerely Robert Cuthbert Imrie.