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