AND NOW YOU ARE GONE

A revised poem this post. thanks to Paul Mortimer for his observations on how the poem should look on the page. You can read the first draft here.

Closure

At first I thought you slept,

lost in the self-profiling bed,

amid the necessary machinery

that crowds your room these days.

Can't say how I knew,

something kinetic had gone,

slipped away in that last sigh,

the one I missed, stuck in traffic.

We wait for the duty nurse to sign you off.

Mourning begins,

as if everyday we had not wished you

to be at peace.

And now you are gone,

leaving the four of us

with our individual beliefs of what comes after.

I don't want to talk about the origins of this poem.
I do however want to thank all of you for visiting this blog since it began in May 2011. 
I looked at the stats the other day and was delighted to discover that over 500,000 people have visited the site since then.
Thank you all.

I leave you this week with Laura Marling singing Wild Fire.

Until next time.