Today’s choice
Previous poems
Stephen Chappell
Without a Following
If you could call that friend,
the special one,
the one you always love and know loves you,
if you could
and she were not also dead,
she would be the one
to let you go.
Even so,
let go,
even without her you can do this,
alone, if you have to.
You have to.
We are all alone at the end.
Letting go
with just yourself
being for the last time
the way you
are.
Stephen Chappell started writing poetry when he was pushing 70 and is now addicted. He has had work published in Snakeskin, Flights of the Dragonfly and features in anthologies by Ledbury’s HomEnd Poets, Malvern Spoken Word and The Hereabouts Poets.
Note: with thanks and in reply to Tamsin Hopkins’ poem ‘if you’re being followed’.
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