Woodland Memories

They are
Like strangers
As though time had stood still,

They are here

Again, 
In the woods.

The trees are growing old before their eyes
And also they.
Another moment,
Another flash of memory.

She looks,
Remembering.
He stops,
Staring at the ground.  

Their footsteps sound in my ears,
Through the wet leaves.

Making me feel their closeness

That they so ignore.

Like strangers
But not really,
More close to each other than they think...
They reveal a small smile.

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Pic taken by me - England 2012