I keep expecting to hear the growl
Of your mini’s throaty note.
The sound of your beloved car
Your arrival always ensues,
As it resinates your mischief,
Around The Crouch End Mews.
I keep expecting to see the grin
On my friends familiar face.
I keep expecting to hear him speak.
Then wonder as time wills his voice grow weak,
If only words in phrases shared would last?
Tied strongly into memories,
Of our treasured travels past.
I can’t expect for far too long.
I don’t expect these thing to be,
Expectations for long you see
I’m moving them and many more,
Thoughts and cares I’ll sadly store,
Inside a memory made for you.
I’ll forever cherish,
Love and adore.