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CLAIR FILMER

I loved Claire Filmer

I was nine years old and completely in love

she was tall and beautiful

and I used to walk home from school the long way

round

just to be with her

and I think that once we held hands

I can’t remember her ever talking

just those lovely eyes and incredible smile

the way she put her hand over her mouth when she laughed

we walked home in the snow at the peak of our unstated love

throwing snowballs and running

laughing loudly as we went

and all that time that rock sat waiting

waiting for millions of years

just for this moment

waiting to be covered in snow in such a fashion

that it resembled a ready-rolled snowball

(which you do sometimes find)

and when that rock cracked into the side of her head

my heart cracked along with it

things were never the same after that

and it was not long before she emigrated to Australia