Leaving this world

Leaving this world: a silent implosion

of promises broken in terrible splinters

(no sound again, ever) - leaving this world:

one life then a thousand

small deaths embedded like unending winters

in the hearts of friends - and then would you leave

and leave them to that? what honour have you

to lag behind time when you told them you'd greet

them with the day? hold up the sky for them? just one more promise

that will fall around them - and you'll simply hope

they didn't so love you

that they will have nothing;

heart-tugging nothing, this merciless space.