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Wishful Thoughts
by Linda Neal

Down the hill and to the left
There is a gravestone upon which is inscribed
Till we meet again.

If only…..
If only it were true
Or at least, if only I could believe
It might possibly be true.

I’d meet you, walking up the garden,
Wearing your sand coloured cashmere cardigan -
A prize from the charity shops
With your favourite blue and stone striped shirt
Underneath which, a white T shirt, grubby at the neck,
Your jeans bottoms frayed, dragging along the grass.

“Worro ah Mutha”
As you tossed your hair away from your face
In that inimitable way,
And I would be overwhelmed
With joyous love.

That joyous love was replaced by
Gripping all embracing grief; waves of pain,
Pounding over and over, round and round,
To surface at any time.

We went to the cemetery again today.
Some one had left blue freesias, a perfect red rose
And a round cherry wine gum.

Till we meet again.

If it were true, there would be no sting in death.
We’d meet it with open arms
Just turning back to wave a sad goodbye

To Ben, and whisper “till we meet again”.

untitled
by Ben Neal

The strings, the echoes,
The warm, humming bass
The darkened farms
For human hearts
And a standard nonsense
For the pain in this.

And my paranoia runs wild
For a moment
But there's no song
As I restart.

Whatever the case
I never doubt we loved it.
And am so glad
For our moments of crushed sunshine.

You were always a small sun
Under my arms
And a dark star in my mind.

Ramblings To My Old Mate
by Rebecca Fereday


I'm sitting here talking to you…I hope you're listening.

I looked again today at your pictures
There you are, captured forever
A smile, a fag in hand.

I keep thinking that you're just away for a while,
That you'll be back soon…
That I'll get a letter through the post
With your unmistakable scrawling sketched on the page.

It's only when I see the words 'In Memory'
That a chill runs down my back.
Then I know I have to admit
That memories is all that is left of you now.

I miss you…is there no way you can come back for a while?
Of course you can't. There's no going back now.

I wish there was.

For if there was a way to bring you back,
Even for just one day
I would do whatever it takes
So that you stood an arm's length away

I'd tell you that I'm sorry
For times that we drifted apart
I'd tell you that I missed you
And that you're always in my heart

I bet you're laughing now
We never were soppy.
It's not the Old Hill way.

Since you've gone though, emotions
trickle out in abundance

People feel so much.

They feel hurt
Sadness
Pain
Loss


They see the gaping hole where you once were
And they shiver as the bitter wind blows through.

I Saw You
by Rebecca Fereday

I thought I saw you tonight
You stood at the foot of my bed
Hair unkempt, half a smile on your face
Ripped cuffs on your shirt hanging over your hands.
I see you looking up, sweeping your hair from your face
And you look.

I think I see you tonight
You look like you always did
I want to say so much, I want to talk
Before you disappear again before my eyes.

My mouth is dry and won't let me speak.

Did I see you tonight?
No one would believe
That you were here at the foot of my bed
That you came and watched me grieve.