as long as you're around

as long as you are around

i would always remain a poet

my heart would always beat

keep my pen dancing

in this ballroom slate

of my brain

as long as you are around:

there would always still be words

metre, beat and rhyme;

there would still be songs

entitled to be sung just fine;

there would always 

be raindrops kissing

this arid land;

and there would always still be

leaves falling for 

this dreary

hopeless ground 

but if perchance

you would be gone

these imperfect

fragments lost

 in trance

my puzzled heart
would sooner die
missing your
unseen pieces
your saddest goodbyes :'(