Trying to hold onto you
Is like holding back a coursing brook
With just my hand
You flow too fast
And from the beginning
This parting was always just a matter
Of time
But you of the great understanding
You of the permissible
You of the echo and the ripple
You of head and heart
May I keep just a little of you
For myself
So that you don’t just slip away
Into that dark sad place
Where all my hurts go
And even as I say goodbye
I also whisper
Please
Stay
And help me
See.
n Original from Luisa Cahill (in Communications Office)
