Hatway Hill

Everywhere I go there is

something to love, so

something to be sad at leaving.

The end of the future starts here.

Everywhere I leave there is

something to love.

Elsewhere – the idea of it

the ghost of it pulls

and this tugging hurts

half awake just at dawn. It is much later

where we have just been and what more

am I missing.

Everywhere I'm sad there is

something to leave.

The ache of it drags;

the weight of it settles.

Everywhere I love there is something

to be sad.

I had forgotten so much

but my hands know