How could you disappear so suddenly
slipping away in the night without telling us your plans
leaving us here, bewildered,
staring numbly at the space you filled?
How should we accept
that there’s no way of tracking you down
and bringing you back, to face your responsibilities?
How should we accept
that the sprawling mansion of your life
with all its secret passages and winding halls
and all the rooms you let us share
has vanished overnight with no trace left
almost as if it never stood?
But underneath the sadness there’s a strange elation
a sympathetic joy.
I can sense a gentle sway
like the swell of water from a ship far away:
somewhere around me, invisible,
your consciousness is dissolving
your identity is slowly spreading
the single static point of you is melting
like ice into the ocean.
And I can sense your amazement
at this journey you never expected
your look of awestruck ecstasy
as you pass through
on your way to everything.