Where Did They Go?

The visit has left me churned up.  
I go out to the garden and stand by the rockery,  
watching the sun go down after another long and scorching day.  
 
For a moment I see them again, sneaking away from the caravan,  
running across the field in the mid summer heat,  
past a thicket of trees by a fence,  
over the stile,  
both of them hot and cross as they hurried along the lane overlooking the shore bank.

Gone.