September 18, 2012

 

 

Knowing the answer was the easy bit.

Putting it right meant a new dimension.

So with cards on the table they  both agreed,

That to separate was never their intension.

 

 

 

 

Exhausted on every level

They lay entwined in deepest slumber

And slept til dawn appeared

My God, were they in lumber!

 

 

 

 

 

During idle thoughts

As he watched dusk take over the day

Came into his mind that dreaded woman

The one he shouldn’t have let get away.

 

 

 

 

Thoughts of a promised wonderland

Years of planning gone to waste

Only playing second fiddle

As back home, he always raced. 

 

 

 

 

 

A life lived as planned

should be considered a

fortunate hand.

 

 

 

September 14, 2012

 

 

He could see all too clearly now,

that what he had mistaken for love

was no more than need on her part.

She’d used him as an emotional lever

and consequently broken his heart.

 

 

 

 

They were buried in centuries of clutter

Each piece having a meaningful thought

Passed down through endless generations

Simply custodians, in a trap, caught.

 

 

 

 

Just when I thought I was moving on,

I felt you near to my bed.

I quickly looked up and saw nothing at all,

I thought I was going out of my head.

 

That night I went out and had my first date

With a guy who I’d met in the shop.

He’d lost his partner, just like me

So  emotions we were able to swap.

 

I came home thinking, ‘What was the point’

Of bothering to even go out.

I felt so guilty, it was all too soon.

He was as depressed as me, without doubt.

 

Weeks went by and he hadn’t phoned,

Which did me some good in a way.

As I’d made up my mind to say ‘No thanks’

Had he rung me the very next day.

 

Then out of the blue I got a call

Which started to make my heart flutter.

He was in a bad way and needed a chat

He said, with a bit of a stutter.

 

So I went, and I listened with a sympathetic ear.

And saw he wasn’t feeling too good.

But I came home thinking how nice he was

And told him to ring me whenever he could

 

Well that was the start and we slowly progressed

And climbed out of the pit we were in.

We both had baggage and heartache untold

And nerves that were paper thin.

 

Now we are married and doing okay

And supporting each other day by day.

It hasn’t been easy, sometimes two steps back

Just as one step was going our way.

 

But we’re keeping focused and positive together

And come rain or shine, we’ll get through.

Life has to go on, we have no choice

Though I still often think about you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

September 13, 2012

 

 

I could pick you out in a

field of buttercups or in

a bed of clover growing wild.

I could sense the bond

almost instantaneously.

For a mother knows her child.

 

 

 

 

 

A frown says more than a million words.

Eyes wide open, set alarm bells ringing.

A shake of the head from left to right

says ‘to little hope, one is clinging.

 

 

 

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