I’m afraid I have to go now

By Dr Joseph Hawkins, Consultant in Palliative Medicine, Clinical lead for End of Life Care, Ashford and St Peter’s NHS Foundation Trust. Twitter: @JoeHawk75825077

Title contributed by Miss Katie Scott

I’ve never been good at goodbyes.
When I changed jobs
I tried to disappear
Slip silently away before the party poppers
Were popped.

When caught by smiling eyes
I’d never know what to say
Thank you always needs a qualifier
It’s not that I’m ungrateful
I just haven’t the words.

Hellos were always better
I fall in to a well rehearsed
Measure, a dance of words that
Explain who I am.
Hellos are mostly about listening anyway.

Now it seems my Hellos
Are behind me.
It’s not that I’m not grateful,
I just don’t have the words.
So when I close my eyes,
Know that I say thank you.
Thank you without qualifiers.

And although I may not have
Any Hellos left.
At least I’m done with goodbye.
My last goodbye
Wasn’t so bad after all.


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Poem: My bubble

Poem: A New Year Resolution

Poem: It’s not about the antibiotics

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