DEPARTURE
Separation
Is only ever really artificial
Yet it feels as though you have been so very far away
How I make my calendar where the days run backwards
So I can count the childish sleeps until I see you again
Your hand moving from mine; nostalgic
For a time that maybe never existed
As we do our Celia Johnson and Trevor Howard act
On a platform that should have contained only us
There are other people in the world but you
(or so they say)
I say; Id sooner not think about them.
Amy Britton