THE ALMOST EXACTLY OF YOU

My mind and I
stood at almost exactly

53.1474 Latitude
-6.83 Longitude

Time itself
seemed to have ceased

or its works
seized up.

The minutes and hours of a day
what were they to me...

The clock had flown
out the window

landing with a fearful clang
and just missing a white chicken.

What was reality anyway?

A moment in the sun and then
gone?

Death had taken the citadel.
The self had fallen.

I tried to remember
the latitude and longitude

of who you had been
but you had become the past

and were fading fast.

Already I had forgotten
the exact colour of your eyes

but not the moment
you had died.

I tried to forgive myself
but found I couldn't.

I wanted to steal you
back from death

but know
I can't.