On Parting

Dedicated to a thing gone by and those associated with it.

Weep this? Weep Othello in his bed

Weep thyself when thou art dead

But if our parting is what thou weeps

then in thy eyes thy tears do keep

for we are all together in this time

and in our way all affined

Do not break the spread of time

Nor wish it slowed or delayed

Our time has been enough and weve had years to say

all our thoughts in a single day

whatever confession thine heart doth hold

regret remorse love’s hate and hate’s twain

give it to thy speech and be bold

confess as though we are priests

and in that spirit attain some peace

then speak thyself in thy mind: This time be mine and if love hath thee for me thou shalt atimes be master of all of mine as I for a time of all of thine