There were years
I could have spent with you
We could have
Grown together
Yet I chose
Not to
So who am I
To mourn you now
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@ambulanceindisguise
There were years
I could have spent with you
We could have
Grown together
Yet I chose
Not to
So who am I
To mourn you now
ashes
her condescending smile some inside joke some award for cleaning your body showing up once a year everyone around words like 'respect' and 'dignity' thrown at you without asking permission oh it's better this way knowing full well what's better for you all those years doing nothing
Iâm sorry
I am screaming inside
I heard you
You were asking
Without speaking
But I didnât listen
You were not a burden
You were my light
International travel
Like surgery
a transplant
of the heart and the mind
one minute Iâm at my desk
the next
that falling feeling in my gut
before I go under
and come back up
Ruminate
It sits
For years
driving roads among fields
air conditioned silence
And badly pronounced
GPS directions
Burger
Gripping a burger
lightly between an index finger
and thumb
taking up the little extra space
more than most would dare
on the carriage
bounding into a seat
in strappy sandals
grey giraffe socks
rough sleeping
continental breakfast
Narrow
I need to know
I need you to show me
Youâll carry
The things which weigh heavy
I need to be sure
As Iâve carried before
And am weary
Of the talk of men
writing
At first I though
a pleasure
light silk
but now
it slithers slow
a snake writhing
thorough layers
and thick grease
go wide instead
We are asked
to fine tune
to keep eyeing
to practice makes perfect
One thing!
choose that and
focus
otherwise you wonât be
a well rounded human
being
City
If youâre patient with it
allow a lifetime to seep
allow yourself bus stops at 2am
eventually it will
soak you up
and let you in
Cul de sac
Chlorine towels
And do you remember
Jumping back in
Sunsoaked bricks
Smoke and flip flops
Your fathers cancer
And the burning feeling
Inching closer to the surface
Running out of air to breathe
Evolve
There will be no
Coming together
Working as a team
Everything is PR
Money
Everything
Game theory
Our favourite game
to play
the one
where each morning
we walk
to the car the station the bus
to perpetuate
the falsehood
of purpose
For Julian & Ben
The captains
Of this ship
In beanies and thick jackets
Their crew
Stand by
As they direct the shot
Sailing the high seas
Of the silver screen
Post traumatic dream disorder
and who cares
that youâve dreamt about
a different man
every night
for the past two weeks
and every time
you tell them
you love them
they tell you
they wonât
who cares
everyone dreams
their
own dreams
reciprocal
you cast your love
onto life
and hope it lands
reciprocal
well done
warming flat along
poolside sunstones
soaking up from earth
sound
like your embrace