I’m being asked to say goodbye
wipe you from my dreams,
and though I know you died
watched you scattered out to sea
your body stays a part of me
clinging like an unborn child
wrapped in skeins of moonbeam’s thread
your waft and weft I can’t express.

I have to tell you ”no”
drop you from beatific heights
meet the flesh and blood with bone
bury underground this web
that stops me being whole.

Your fantasy, my memory
your beauty,my enchantment;
the loving eyes of three year old
who begged you not to go.

You come between
you interfere,
confuse my right intentions
they say it’s time to leave you here

but loss is a crescendo
tearing up this child’s soul

to set the woman free.