I held you in my arms
whilst we writhed
caught in the embrace
of love, of love making
the makings of love?

We waited as long as…
We could to leave the house.
Your suitcase pink and heavy.

We stood outside the bus station
silently holding each other
not knowing that we would
never again be in one another’s
arms, embrace, love.
That our time had passed
that WE had died.

I watched your bus drive away
whilst the snows were melting
and I longed to melt too.
To melt into the porous earth.
To melt into you.
A you, that was already gone.
Gone forever.
Yet still I longed