With shallow breath and turn of palm you call our names: stay.
You rest, then once again you say with whispered quiet strength: stay.
Soon, with dreams and hope of youth long past,
The fire hushed, you breathe the shallow breath.
Time is nothing but a moment spent alone or with.
Do not leave my reach, my hold of hand, my touch.
With shadow breath,
With mourning sound of blackbird song,
You close your eyes: stay.
. . . On 15 June 2018, the Glasgow school of art was engulfed by a devastating fire, the second in five years. Here I write of the building, of love, and the parting of memory. This poem forms part of the author's collected thoughts WITH AND ALONE.
Mike de Sousa
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