We sang Auld Lang Syne
You smiled, and drank her poison
I never left you
Month: Sep 2023
Home again
Life has moved down South
though birthplace still owns my soul.
May one ever leave?
Home
Mean and tawdry town
shorn of money and purpose;
always in my blood
A thread
I could die today.
I’ve thought that many times
since I was a troubled person
in my teenage years –
before the suicide attempt –
but less and less once I took my life
in hand,
to simplify and move it forward…
So it was a shock to realise in A&E
that it was your life that’s hanging
by a thread more slender than my own.
Don’t go. Not yet. Not yet a while….
Whimsy
I wore my shorts this one more time
in angsty hope, in optimism
that showing willing by my token
I might persuade the summer it should linger
one more day, even perhaps another hour
or two, before it flits away…
But it was over yesterday.