“Severance” by M J Eaton

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I met your poems
then you.
I had always known you
Our first meeting was
just another in our history.
I felt like you’d always be out there
while I was
wherever I was.
That you were
in early morning
writing away your
past hurts.
I didn’t want to leave you
that evening at the airport
near Bristol.
I clung to your words as
we discussed poems and shared friends.
Later I remember thinking
I wished
that my part had not
been so frivolous.
Heard not long after
that you had gone quickly.
Saw Kim at a reading, collecting letters
for his book.
No pain to remember now.
Your poems have their own life.

-M J Eaton

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