(listen here)

 

There you are!

 

Appearing as if

twenty years

 

is just a day.

 

We talk of life,

not death:

 

the long sleep

that morphs us

 

back to sky dust.

 

We never mention

‘it’.

 

How you’ve missed

all the important things

 

drifting away like that

on wings of sleep.

 

This isn’t what I meant

to write, but time, distance,

 

have dissipated anger.

 

I can cry, but

can’t say your name.

 

Do you know why,

there is no why?

 

You said to try

& I have:

 

random circles

of ‘try’,

 

spiralling high wire

to high wire

 

finding meaning,

for others.

 

There you are,

young still;

 

I hope that I

arrive in your

 

next dream,

 

so pristine clean,

so smiley.