You have receded against the far
horizon. It’s been three months
since you left, I can barely make
out the shape of the vessel you
sailed away on. I lie in my garden
and I grieve. Nothing seems to
thrive, not the flowers, not the
vegetable plants. Sometimes I
go to the shore and look out.
I think I can see you, surely
you are just there, surely
you haven’t left yet, it’s too
early, did no-one tell you?
I know now that’s what
happened. You forgot to
read the timetable, you didn’t
realise, Oh yes, the time to
catch this ship is years from now,
I have all the time in the world.