The Light on the Stairs
Sun, 27 Sep 2015
If they could see me now, Jesse... by ‘they’,
I mean anyone. Yes; your little sister’s
going out of her head without you.
Standing here, in that moment,
when bats decide that now’s the time
to say, ‘Sod it all, and fly...’
talking to a tree. But, I’m not...not
really. Tell me I’m not.
You told me I’d know
when you were with me, and in these last
eight years I’ve looked for you
but you haven’t come,
except for that robin, follows me round
the garden. Could be you,
I find you in dreams, of course,
and then you are so real. I touch you,
and feel you, and
then that morning when I dreamt
your head was on the pillow next to mine;
that neat French pleat
you always wore...
Your olive tree died, you know, and this one’s
a Venus Tree. Hope you like it. Mum
thought you would.
Its flowers are almost as beautiful as you,
but not quite; blooms
white, pink-blushed, custard-cupped
each year, round about your birthday.
I’m keeping the light on the stairs, anyway. Remember?
That note of Dad’s, every night
when we went out...
on the bottom one, that infernal one –
squeaked, ‘Last man home, turn out the light’?
Well you’re not home yet, and nor am I,
and when we are, we will both swallow it.
‘If They Could See Me Now’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NANKaS_86xU
‘In Dreams’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPqZs7Vl_xg
‘Without You’ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bQGRRolrg0