Oh Patrick!

What you did seems to be a trick.

How you could you leave so suddenly.

And yes I dare say selfishly.

You promised to take me down the aisle.

But instead you took that nasty bile.

And now you’re gone and I feel so betrayed.

Don’t you see you should have stayed?

What you did I can’t conceive!

How else should I believe?

Your stability was my relief.

I never thought there would be a ‘what if’?

What if you were gone and I didn’t know what to do.

Now you are gone and I’m not sure what to do.

I’m stuck dear God! Can I really do this again?

I lost a father once before - this time I’ll go insane.

Pat, you were my grounding and my anchor.

Often you told me of my splendour.

I drink this wine but I am still sober.

Because these tears are flowing like a river.

That call you made I should have answered.

And now I am left with questions - still to be pondered.

But my darling, your life was such a fight.

So, perhaps it is now that your happiness will take flight.

I wish you peace and I wish you calm.

I will miss holding your pink face in my palm.

Your eyes always reassured me in their mildness.

I will miss their softness, most of all your kindness.

But oh! My darling Patrick!

What you did to me seems to be such a trick!