There were so many faces
Faces recognised and known so well
It was bitter sweet; a setting for
The last look, gathered up in best
Frocks with fine hair and cloth

A head full of alcohol like a wrecking ball  
Pivotal, with eyes watching as she set
Alight her feelings, burning bright and loud

We knew and understood the intensity
But were guarded.  Young and fragile
Was her step away from this family
Raw emotion careering and spilling
Outward, her head could take no more

We took up the night, our souls leaning
Laughter setting aside reality for now
Early hours confronting us, we stayed
Awake and sat round savouring our last
Thoughts; holding on to one another

Some will never blink in time with us
Or look for us once more.  The grain
Slowly slipping into tomorrow
Through the tunnel of night

The building becomes sad in its silence
Un-trodden carpet quiet, rooms release
Their challenges replaced by emptiness
Stripped bare, waiting to meet a new voice

The finality beckons strength, stillness
Of emotion.  Calm us will you?  Stretch out
With me to face another gangway.  Throw a
New ball so I can catch and return …….
Reaching out!