Departure

A poem by Stanley Holland

I am part of what once was
     But might be so again.
Did we love once? Were we one?
     Two hearts with but a single rhythm?

And were there children?
     Whose eyes had they?
Your beauty and your brains?
     And just a touch of me perhaps?

And were there sorrows mingled with the joys?
     Some griefs are gone, but some,
A plaintive few, are left.
     Sorrow has a long shelf-life.

Night is fast coming
     But will there be another dawn?
Some great awaking to another life?
     Or will the gate be shut forever?

Perhaps among the shards
     A trace may still remain,
A look, a glance perhaps,
     That stirs a memory.

I forget so many things.
     I am good at forgetting.
The wheel turns full circle,
     And soon all this shall be forgotten.

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