It kills me every time.
When I stop to say goodbye
As you walk with them the tree lined road
Blonde heads bobbing in the sunlight
I roll my window down
‘have a good day at work daddy!’
As the other leans out quizzically from the buggy.
When I go to work
Or go off sailing with my buddies
I laugh to taste the salt inside my mouth
And wipe my eyes from the razor sun.
If ever I wake up and you have disappeared
I will survive. I do it every day.