I miss Prince

It’s been six short years
and I still regret
not seeing you play
at Rexall Place.
We never know when
it’s our last chance.
You never seemed to age,
perhaps because you
were always in motion,
always reinventing,
trying on new voices
as if they were clothes.
Not that I thought
you would never die –
just not that young –
not even yet sixty,
with still so much
music left in you.
There’s only so much
we can control –
our bodies break down,
and it’s our first
instrument.
We can only name
ourselves, hopefully
exit stage right.