Forty-Five Years On (Poetry)

Forty-five years on
and I don’t even
know if you’re dead or
alive or if you
pause to remember ...

It’s so long ago
we took those vows in
blissful ignorance
of what was to come —
how time would change us

Words that echoed round
that big old church and
disappeared quick as
love and promises
born so breakable

You a stray comet
veering past my world
the pull of bodies
then the letting go
brushing off hurt’s dust

North into the void
a separation
of universes
your trail a streak seen
through my telescope