That Day

 That Day

I wasn’t there that day at the end

When you finally left me

Your sleep became deeper

Then you drifted away

In a quiet morphine haze

I wasn’t there when the snow came

And the roads were blocked

The lawns white carpeted

The old mansion black-shadowed

As if it knew somehow

I wasn’t there when they took you away

To wait alone in that Chapel of Rest

Hosted by strangers

Awaiting their instructions

Before your car-black journey

But I was there on the very last day

When we gathered together

And gave thanks for your life

When it was finally all over

And there was nothing more I could say

Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2015