I wish I had the courage
to say goodbye,
farewell, properly,
to look myself in the eyes
shake my hand
and go
with a whistle of fortune and
follow myself towards
anti-climax
that is offered the very best
when they find
absolute strength
of character to leave, leave, begone
from the pull,
squeezing heave
of the weight of expectation insisted
by the moon
shining brightly
into the dead centre of hope…
my hope today
now gone.
Ian D. Hall 2015