After so many years of avoiding you
away you are
into the clouds
disappearing eyes
the soles of his feet are all
that can be seen
as the sun sets that final time
not everything worked correctly
but you stood that ground
and now I can ask
how many more will join that queue
before
how many more feet
and eyes rise
before
An aching tenderness, Nicholas! ‘Before’ ‘before’ and our minds thrash about looking for what’s to follow ‘before’, as we can only wait on the answer.
blank, poetic, honest…