Her name was Juliet, she spelt it from the start.
Not “tte” as in Annette, but still she won my heart.

I noticed her at first, I passed her on the stair.
Our love grew strong, though cursed, her illness needed care.

She’s died, four decades on, and I am left to grieve.
And others will be gone, more players in life’s weave


		18 October 2023