You are stuck there in my pastlike a fly in amber:
The world changed when you left it seven years ago;
and with every day that passes
you are one day farther away from
the reaching fingertips of my remembering mind.
Like a train departing the station
or a river tumbling inevitably down hill,
I am leaving you behind
held fast by a point in time.
All I have to do is lead my life:
and with every task,
with every mouthful,
with every dream
you are farther away from me.
And still I change.
I am no longer the person
who sat beside you as you died,
as you slipped gently into my past,
while I held your hand in mine
for a time.
9th March 2003