Holding on for more years
I would have heard
You speak about exits
You compassionate
Irish English thing
you
Agatha Christie of the heart
But you dissolved
Into
The undiscovered country
Years long before me
and before that your
Brain folded
Under the inveterate disease
which you could have called
"Bruno hollowed out within"
In a novel called "Diminishing echoes".
If I try a little harder I hear
But faint and fainter,
Remember me
I would have heard
You speak about exits
You compassionate
Irish English thing
you
Agatha Christie of the heart
But you dissolved
Into
The undiscovered country
Years long before me
and before that your
Brain folded
Under the inveterate disease
which you could have called
"Bruno hollowed out within"
In a novel called "Diminishing echoes".
If I try a little harder I hear
But faint and fainter,
Remember me