Copenhagen

Thundering news hits me like a snowball

struck in my face and shattering

Covering me in a fine powder and mist

and mixing in with my tears

And I'm 57 but I could be 7 years old,

Cos I will never be able

to comprehend the expansiveness

of what I've just learned

But you, have disappeared

You have been released

You are flecks of light

You are missed

Somewhere, spinning round the sun

Circling the moon

Traveling through time

You are missed

Walking through unfamiliar streets

and I'm shaking unfamiliar hands

and I'm hearing unfamiliar laughs

and lovely language I don't understand

It's late October in Copenhagen

The skies are grey, the snow is falling

I see my breath outside, I'm freezing

I'm motionless, I'm disbelieving

But you, have disappeared

You have been released

You are flecks of light

You are missed

Somewhere, spinning round the sun

Circling the moon

Traveling through time

You are missed