Everyday,
I find a way
to keep at bay
the ever invasive aching in my heart,
that sweetly speaks to me “Depart”.
So, me? I think I’ll stay.
It seems I have a harder part to play.
It may be backstage,
where the ropes fray fast.
We may seem saved for the last page,
but I’d hate to let my presence lapse,
and leave a wanting in my wake.
My Wake
Dim Opus 