I find this short spare poem of loss and grief more moving than many less restrained elegies.
Vernon (1920 – 1996)
I talk to you
and listen…
Silence.
I run to meet you;
the distance exceeds miles.
A faraway church
rises from the trees
to spire the sky.
Impossible to live without you;
I will live on
in the great spaces
till the sun
burns down around us
in a ring of light.
Phoebe Hesketh
David Sutton 
David, thank you. I shall carry this poem with me through life. It expresses reality in a numinous way.
Elizabeth
Thank you, Elizabeth. If I can manage sometimes to put people in touch with a poem they value in this way, it makes the site worthwhile.
Not seen anything by Phoebe Hesketh for years, I went to school in Bolton with her daughter Catherine.
Thank you. Yes, I think she is one of a number of woman poets who for whatever reason haven’t had the attention they deserve, another being Molly Holden, a poet I love more than most.