The leaves hang low now with the weight of summer,

Swallow you up along the sun-flecked path

Only your legs I see (heart like a drummer!)

Green finally enfolds you – gone from the hearth

This home’s a world now wounded by your absence

Pictures hang sad as flowers in the vase

Bees buzz mournful in the garden’s pleasance

The cats imagine that you’ve gone to Mars

My other world, your heart, is likewise wounded

Your sighs announced it as we kissed goodbye

The leaving hurting as the Beatles’ tune did

That we played briefly, watching moments fly

There’s no good reason though why hearts should break – 

It’s just a dental check-up, for heaven’s sake! 

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