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Love After LifeI wouldn't see her weeks at a stretchout on the water laying down netsall cos I knew one extra catchmeant warm winter dollarsthen that call shook me to the coreI pushed that tub so hard ashoreten miles out smoke began to pourfrom my rusty old trawlerbut it was too late to understandI'd let our love drift far from landI thought her mem'ry'd sink like stones to the seasbut somehow my love only increasedcos even when lovers are closethere are things a woman never showsand it must not have been my heartthat vowed till death do us partcos in familiar places secret tracesof her surviveand the more they reveal the more I still feellove after lifeI went back to our seaside homeand as I roamed its rooms aloneI learned more about someone I'd knownsince we were both fifteentill then only dust had readher box of poems beneath our bedand the rolling waves of tears I shedwas the tide of tomorrow shiftingshe was pen pals with a boy in Peruthat's where all the clothes she sewed went toseems he loved the same Rice Krispie TreatsI'd said I hated to eateven when lovers are closethere are things a woman never showsand it must not have been my heartthat vowed till death do us partcos in familiar places secret tracesof her surviveand the more they reveal the more I still feellove after lifeour yearbook photos have grown old and grainybut when I recall her voice my eyes get rainysometimes on the high seas I can still hear itsand fences oceans but dirt can't fence the spirit cos in familiar places secret tracesof her surviveand the more they reveal the more I still feellove after life(c)2005 Robert George