She Doesn't Work Here Anymore

[cidermaid]

This has a softer and more reflective feel to it than some of your other poetry. It reads sweetly, it almost has a sound in my head like the scene in the Forrest Gump film when he is on the bench waiting for the bus and talking to the different people who sit next to him...I feel like the conversation is rolling on through time reguardless of who is listening.
It is very nicely done. The last line of each stanza is each a beautiful statment and snapshot of life.
And i love how you have ended this.
All the best AJ.