Paradise Manifest

Reflections on two bereavements, too close together.

You once told me everything will be alright,

Even if the most important of us died,

We will carry on, will survive,

That everything will be alright.

 

But I wonder now, that I’m coming apart at the seams,

And I have no appropriate sowing machine,

And you are gone, and no longer mine,

If everything will be alright.

 

Still, hold tight, don’t take fright now,

Because there is a way forward somehow.

 

No man is ever worth a paradise manifest.