Coming and going

Hang on a minute, this cannot be!
A second ago, there was nothing
except echoes of screaming, my woe,
their utter despair, uncomprehendable
instructions on breathing,
carriage cracking like an egg -
then silence and the wait for the bawling
that came thunderclap in instant to our worry,
and now there is you,
the unutterable suddenness of you,
and eyes like ice on a lake,
like soup –
what do you see?

Hang on a minute, this cannot be!
A month ago, you were
all smiles and all anger,
the wild distractions of you
filling my head and my ine,
and then you did start to lose it,
you'd come and go,
but I thought you'd come back,
not prepare
preparing us with what, what was to come
And then of course, the news, and the going to
see. Ancient, unpretty,
locked in a stare, mouth silent-screaming,
eyes like ice on a lake,
like froth in the sea …
when we said goodbye and closed the door,
a kind of a whimper
– that was the door, I said.