"and suddenly saw christina, dead on the nursery floor..."

Louis MacNeice

suddenly

i have gone.

i uprooted myself. i fled

and flew away. i did not even

let the smoke rise, before i

left. i just went. i

could not bear the thought

of you, leaving. so i thought

i would self-impose the misery.

i took forty two things with me

(all safe in my gut)

i took forty two ransom notes

(one day we'll meet again)

on the shores, of the safest

place, of white and gold, 

we will meet again