What has become of us 21st Mar 2020 / Rugby Lion A poem I wrote this afternoon about loss. A bell tolls behind me, leaves crunch under every step. As I wander past a tree, I see you again. The tears flow on and on. Blending the morning after death, with your love. Over and over again. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...