There’s a place for us
Just as the song said there
Would be. A place for us
Where children and young ones
Will not see. A place
For the dry heave, the swift
Contortion of the face;
When the corners of the lips lift
In a sad grimace. Where
Strangers only are granted the grace
To witness sorrow and solitude
In their hurried embrace. A place
Where those who haven’t had
The time to grieve, are granted
Just there, a moment’s reprieve.