It's over now

the sands have run

there's no return

this thing is done,

and joy belongs to yesterday

when we were sure of our tomorrows.

 

My son you were my other self

my present - and my future

and now this ash - this inert ash

is all I have - is all I am,

if I could ask - if you could say,

if we could change the outcome - - -

                  - - - but it's all over now

                             the sands have run

                                   no turning back

                                           the dyings done,

 

Written for a friend.