Disappearing, out of view
always so smooth
always too soon
you make disappearing cool

When you slipped away
left puzzles to speak after you
let them say whatever’s needed
an exit so expertly executed

I wasn’t always a fan of you
such strange clothes
too out of time
so far removed from me
I didn’t know what you could say
that could ring true for me
I never thought there could be a common ground
and yet…

You proved me wrong
you contradicted
I wasn’t the first
to be carefully wrong-footed
then have their eyes rudely opened
so gratefully

Disappearing from view
always so final
always so cruel
you made disappearing cool

And from beyond all distance
you sing…
from infinite mortal distance
you sing…

“oh I’ll be free
just like that bluebird
oh I’ll be free
just like that bluebird

ain’t 
that
just
like
me”

(for David Bowie, Feb 2016)