You Will Be Happy
You will be happy, my girl, this I promise you
From a broken mind to an absent heart.
I’m not going to send you a card.
I’m not going to bring you flowers.
No worthy truths, no fragrant lies,
No mockeries of life can help you, now or ever.
But I will not abandon you.
I will not leave you to your pain,
I will not stand by as you fade
To a colourless distant shade
Known by the clanking of your chain.
We shall share my wine,
We shall swap epigrams
From poets even more messed up than us.
And we shall cry and laugh and cry again
And for at least a while
You will find your heart, I will fix my mind
And we will be happy.
‘Think where man’s glory most begins and ends / And say my glory was I had such friends.’ – William Butler Yeats, The Municipal Gallery Revisited