If it is going to be me without you,
the meagre possibilities left me instead
I will exhaust
making sure
the world knows
the size
the magic
of that which I have lost
whilst its arms
seem loose and wide enough
to embrace you still
look after you
keep you a little longer
however far away
you might end up from me.
The world
must
and will
be made fully aware
of what it, at least for now, has been given
lovingly
to care for.
With this poem,
I try to jerk its elbows
to attention,
and say goodbye to you.
The Writers' Circus 