End of the affair
Love emerges intact
from the edge of night
the poverty of winter
behind us now
the disparate particles
coalescing into what
we once were
coupled in our nature
I who am still warm
with love and you
who have grown
distant and cold
I let you go
I bid you farewell
make no attempt
to restrain you
My love is yours to reject
yours to regret
for the rest
of your life
I cannot bind you to the memory
of Tooley Street
nor the dusty roads of Paris
nor to the easy give and take
of our salad days
Though the mornings
have grown silent
I say go
go to be whomsoever you need to be
go wherever you will
Did you think
that the moon
would fall at your feet
or that all the earth’s rivers
would run dry ?
In my eyes I hold
the courage to observe
your departure
In my wounded heart
I await your return
John Lyons
