When breath becomes air
and air becomes still
When chest is frozen in breath’s
When heart and lungs take their final bow
And exhale your Life
Like Cinderella’s carriage at midnight
the magic of life runs out
Life becomes a grey-painted wall
Stars which mapped the secrets of the constellations become plastic lightbulbs
and the Sun which lit the roads which led us to
an opened door,
a deep smile and
hugs smelling of
brylcreem and palmolive,
four layer birthday cake
and menus written on scrap envelopes,
twinkling, patient blue eyes and powdery-soft strong hands.
That sun now a broken car boot sale lamp,
faulty switch and bulb too weak to shine any light.
Did you know you were the sun and stars?
Did you know you were our inspiration, …my very air?
Did you know know KNOW
how much I loved you?
Please say yes.
…Please stop being gone.