When she'd said she wanted to see him He was pleased - at first. 'Can't we talk of other things?' he'd asked - but she'd said 'No'. The long day had held down light As they'd struggled to communicate in near-shadow, Close, but not that close. Sometimes talking's easier done apart, Detached, perhaps, how on a windy day with the sun in her hair he'd loved her, And how she'd seen in him a God as he moved, blithe and light, A masterpiece in his perfection. Those were past days, but past days count: And now in their un-union, there was nothing left to remind them of each other Except those past days. 'Can't we talk of other things?' he'd asked, But she'd said 'No', And now he knew that memory was all they had left. by:richard macwilliam my rs name is runesabre if i win p.s.: when will u let us know who won??