And so I mark the days of our presence
Of coffee mornings and afternoon teas
Of headstrong battles, and some reverence
Now we can separately do as we please.
Oh heartbreak! Why good things come to an end
Why am I a witness, why should I see?
Bitter goodbyes and why am I to fend?
We are so near to the end, can I plea?
Four. Three. And two. ‘Like the old days’ you said.
And then I have to start again, after
Falling and failing over, I’m afraid
Things won’t fall into place, I’ll move over
Overdue farewells, sadness, despair.
Until we meet again. Glad if we dare.