Crashed - Ian De La Mare

Like the surf of a wave it hit me,
I was so prepared to part,
Take stock and reflect upon ,
Our affair,
Longing,
Lost,
Love?
Connectednesss,
So intense,
Now gone,
As you cried,
My heart forward rolled,
The aftershock passed,
My old friend the cynic
Raised a cheery glass
To liberty and freedom?
Freedom to be lonely,
To please myself again,
But my first night without you,
In 504 
Business class,
Quite by chance,
I fly away,
Again,  
In more pain, than I can bear.

Ian De La Mare