Maureen Kennelly – Note

“If we become separated from each other
this evening try to remember the last time
you saw me, and go back and wait for me there. 
I promise I won’t be very long,
though I am haunted by the feeling
that I might keep missing you,
with the noise of the city growing too
loud and the day burning out so quickly. 
But let’s just say it’s as good a plan as any.
Just once let’s imagine a word for the memory
that lives beyond the body, that circles
and sets all things alight. For I have
singled you out from the whole world,
and I would – even as this darkness
is falling, even when the night comes
where there are no more words, and the day
comes when there is no more light.”