Our last night was a joyful oneYet dread waited, a heavy fogAs we both knew it had to end.

The next sight of each otherWould be likePixilated building blocks.

Seated under the rosy skyHer laugh the flutter of a jay’s wingsThe wind’s small sigh.

Her roomLike a doll’s houseStacked with boxes, marked

IrelandTwo years too longThe wail of my heart

As I look backUntil she disappearsAnd rain trickles down.