Parting

I see moving pictures in a 5 by 5 screen
I hear the sounds emitted in sync with the scenes
I reach out my hand to touch what I see
And I grasp that I'm only really with me.

The silver framed photograhs hanging off the walls
The aeroplane that flew you off to foreign shores
Your pictures spread around me on the bedroom floor
Looking at your silhouette framing the door.

Sleeping by the phone incase it would ring
Walk humming to the tune you used to sing
Reading letters and postcards in fading ink
I smoothed the little seashells you left by the sink

I wave you goodbye in the big white hall,
Your hands wave back; a big smile sprawled,
Over the face I know I'll miss,
Goodbye my darling just one more kiss.

You cupped the time that turned stones into sand
Should you wish them to trickle slowly through your hands,
And those grains to what ends may meet
Time, Love, matters of importance I cannot understand.