April Fool's Day

i'm running, i'm running

Towards you, breathless, arms outstretched to catch you,

again, before you fall

Again, racing against the time to intercept your falling

Do i think I can save you?

No, just want to hurl myself into you

Throw myself round you and be there for you again

5 years since you fell,

And now, more urgent than before

Racing like the tide, to
Find that place where the surf fills every space

for a few seconds, before

leaving you again

Letting go

is the trauma

that is so hard to visit each year

reliving itself,
before leaving again.

it would have to be the moon
that drags me from you in this universal pull
each calendar form teetering in man-made frailty

so - my girl - i am nearly with you

for our foaming annual embrace