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She stands up,
“Do you like this dress?”
I push past, buy another drink.
She comes over,
I go to kiss her.
“So what was that?” she says,
“Are you sober?”

She pulls me to my feet.
We’re through the door,
into the evening light.

I half turn.

She walks away,
lost in the night.

The world doesn’t look the same as it used to.
And what was it I was thinking?
I can’t think:
everything coming and going,
my memory leaving.
May the next life
when I am young again,
be as wonderful as this one.
And as the women pass,
they turn.

I can now see
how everything came to be
in the garden at home
above a blue silvery sky
the whole of life inside me.
Up through the light
I reach the end.

You love me and I love you
love is everything
and everyone.
In the silence of space
you will know
love goes on
after we are gone.