Oh should the ground start falling from your feet
and I could not stand by you knee to knee,
I’d pick a flower and sit in your clothes,
and hug myself until my arms get cold.

Close my eyes and pretend you’d be here,
wake into  dreams as you so swift appear.
Your arms wrapped round me like a proper gent,
I’d breathe, shivering, into you content

I’d kiss you squarely first soft on the mouth
and pray you’d kiss me back as I go south.