I recognise a great Tragedy happened when Last we ate Together
Softly sharing the Hurt across dinner Tables hearing others Laugh and talk in Hushed colours about last Nights events as if nothing Important were happening Between Us.
The tear significant and I thought I could be Brave and strong and Remain resilient and Affable. This thing
Began with a walk By walled water. The walk both long And humorous. We both Laughing and talking Camden bound. Winding slowly towards A loch and beers.
Always with beers. Four years of needing You to stay and Continue with your Not so gentle insistent Strength pushing my Mind to new awareness And then you left.
Lost. Floundering like a Fish pulled from water, Without the balance of the Deep blue to continue the Holding, guiding nurturing Affirming.
Your city is not that far But already seems Too great a stretch to. A homeless friend Often says ‘Until we Meet again’ and I know That cannot happen Until a veil is Lifted. Imperceptible A skein, as delicate as cobwebbed lace. Spun golden, Yet seldom worn.
When we next meet it Will be to say with A mouthful of I’m *sorries that the world My world was warmer
When you were Near. Now a cooler Dawn awaits me with Your version of silly gone.
This loss cuts like the Others, as all departures Eventually do. Only this One caused by neglect Was of my own undoing.
Standing like a half Buried Minoan head, Brooding deep purple Grey. It’s Thunder Claps and rain. Again
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