It was not him

I saw him going
He winked at me and smiled broadly
He looked much younger

Then he lay gently
You want the moon to play with?
I sang so softly

He had blown away
The doctors had heard it all
We were in A and E

They each looked happy.
He curled down pale in his shell
No,it was not him

I had seen him leave
I did not scream nor wail loudly
A brief sheet of tears……

A water curtain
Veiled me for my widow birth
Now I am silent