Sara Boyes

Old Friend

Old friend, your death
felt like a sudden wound;
it has left a deep ache.

As I walk past your cliff-high flat,
streets once safe and familiar,
without you, seem empty.

Now, in the cemetery
where you might become
a stone angel or a marble headstone

a cherry tree is planted
in moist soft earth
and we all stand, hands holding.

SARA BOYES’ collections are Kite (Stride, 1989), Wild Flowers (Stride, 1993) and Black Flame, a pamphlet (Hearing Eye, 2005). She’s been an actor and a playwrightin fringe theatre then, for many years, a creative writing tutor in adult education.