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‘She’s Gone and Left Me!’ by Graeme (Who?) Sandford

Grae in Sorrento

‘She’s gone and left me…
I don’t know why…’

A haunting refrain from my teen years;
That was the stuff that made my life full of unendless cheers
They didn’t last long – those girls of then –
And they seemed to pass along, I don’t know when

They arrived, or how long they stayed;
I just turned around and their exits they’d made
An endless stream of final kisses
And each and every one was ‘this is…

The one!’ and then she wasn’t ‘the one’ or ‘there’
Wasn’t being a part of my life to share
Wasn’t answering the phone or replying to notes
Wasn’t gazing adoringly at that 2” x 1 ½” kiosk photograph
Of us crammed together – wasn’t sharing a laugh;




And I could write on for pages and pages about those girls from past ages
But, what would they write about me…
What would Jennifer, Clare, Jaqueline and Ann

Write about me…?

‘Graeme who?’

Charlotte Green’s Voice

My hands are sweating, my throat is dry,

There’s a quickened breathing, then a softened sigh,

I’m in love, and in this matter I have no choice,

I have been smitten by… Charlotte Green’s Voice


Beside the radio, from dusk till dawn

I listen avidly; all forlorn

If She’s not there.

I list again from dawn till dusk

To hear Her voice becomes a must.

Shipping forecast! “Dogger, Bite!”

Oh, what might, happen, oh, what might!  (Shakespeare, The Tempest)

The silky tone, the fluent word;

Her voice, in my head, must be heard.

I check the website for Her name,

I need to hear Her, which is my shame,

I’m fixated by Her speaking;

In Radio Times, I am now seeking:

Where can She be? Where is the One;

Who will set my heart free, or leave my soul undone?


And now I hear that She is to go

This was spoken on ‘Her’ radio

And soon no more shall She be heard

Her voice in my head, Her every word

Entering and possessing me will pass and fade

And, I must admit I am dismayed

For She has helped me through the night

With Her silken pronouncements and links so bright

I do not know what I shall do

When She speaks no more to me, – or you.