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  • You were so beautiful to me. More than you knew.

    I'm not sure what you knew.

    If you knew I still loved you when you married someone else. Or even when you gave birth to your first child, Billie.

    You didn't wait for me.

    I saw you today. You were with me, back in our house in Newtown, long limbed, beautiful in the mid day shade. I saw us both, the way we were. Sensuous, languid, semi-entwined.

    When I looked again, I was here, in Leeds. And a different woman. A mother, not yet with her own ones.
    I saw your daughter in the tree. I took her picture and I cried a little and said goodbye. And I felt love for you.



    This time, it was for your loss. Not mine.

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