Martin Robertson

Now and Then

What Do They Feel?

What do they feel, two old people who part

knowing quite certainly

they will never see each other again?  Friends,

not necessarily

intimate friends, not lovers—old friends

who have known each other well, quite well, from youth;

years, many years.

How does it feel when they say good-bye for good?

No, I see no tears,

but a sharpening of the senses, heightening, glow,

ray from a red sunset, deepening

the colours in the hangings of memory.

Not fear, not defiance, but consciousness that night

is coming, to drain all colour from a cold world.