31 January 2020

Good-byes aren't easy,
this one less than most -
after all, we're not all
on the same wavelength.

Some can't wait to wave
a last farewell, to turn
backs on deep-blue flags,
that shower of golden stars.

We Europeans are sad,
sad beyond measure, at
our need to part company.
'Not in our name,' we say.

Tonight at 11, we'll listen
to bleak notes of The Last Post,
cry tears of friendship, of regret.
Tears, not stars, in our eyes.