Hearing Things

I spoke

To you

This morning

And I swear

I heard you

Respond

But then

It hit me

There’s no way

It could be

When you’ve

Been gone

So long

Xxx

Canto 38

You may say

It’s better

To have loved

And lost

Than never to

Have loved

At all

But if what happened 

To me

Happened

To you

You wouldn’t have

The fucking gall

Rewinding The Film

I don’t know

If I lost you

Or if

You were never

Really mine

Either way

You’re gone

So I’ll keep

Moving on

And maybe 

Figure it out

In time

With The Fishes

Grief

Is like

An ocean

All vast,

And dark,

And deep

It ebbs

And flows

In waves

Through

Dark nights

And days

Never truly

Going

To sleep

Were We Ever Us?

Sometimes I wonder

Was it really true

Did you actually love me

As much as I loved you

Because now,

It seems,

Whenever I think back

I don’t remember the good

And can only see

The cracks

Xxx

After The Funeral

Walking home

In the rain

Knowing I’ll never

See you again

My heart hangs heavy

My eyes shut tight

Knowing there’s no way

That I’ll last the night

Gut Punch

Just as you

Start to think

You can cope

With anything

It comes along

To prove you wrong

And you’re left,

Reeling

Forever Changed

The day

They die

Isn’t the worst

It’s every day

That follows

With nothing left

You exist, bereft

As your heart

Hangs empty

And hollow

Happiness, Impeded

I thought

I would

Be better

If I could just

Forget

About you

But it’s proving

Too hard

With a heart

This scarred

To move on

With anyone new

Thanks For Nothing

I can’t believe

You’ve left me

Alone, and

In this position

I never agreed

To this bullshit

Nor did I give you

Permission

Lost Voices

I’ve forgotten

What you sound like

Now

And it cuts me

Like a knife

I’m not sure if

I can cope

With such a silence

In my life

Had We Known

The more

I think

About it now

The more

It’s clear

To me

That we were

Always

Meant to meet

But just never

Destined

To be

Xxx

Volumes

There’s nobody to wake me

Or offer me a drink

No one here to greet me

Or ask me what I think

I always thought I’d be happy

If I was on my own

But I’d never considered

How I’d become so withered

From the silence of being alone

Just Watching TV

I don’t really know

What happened

I’m not sure

Why I cried

Something

Just reminded me

Of how I felt

The day he died

You were amazing

With me

Your words

So soft and kind

Your touch

Helping to soothe me

Drying the tears

From my eyes

I know

That I struggled

To tell you

At the time

Just how much

I loved him

And truly miss

That man of mine

Yet what I’m sorry

I couldn’t say

But really

Wanted to

Is how happy

I know he’d be

To see

That I’ve found you

Bearing A Torch

As I run down
This darkened road
My heart beats fast
Ready to explode
Just thinking
Of what lies ahead

Little do I know
As I follow the flame
It’ll turn out to be
Such a shame
As you’ve walked
The other way, instead

Underneath It All

And when

I decide

To end it

Know there was nothing

You could’ve done

I just never, ever

Felt happy

I didn’t know how

To have fun

“Burn my body. Let the ashes blow. I am free.”

– Tommy Shelby

A Fate Worse Than Death

I will always say

That I’m doing well

And that nothing

Could ever annoy me

Because if I didn’t

That look

On your face

Would absolutely destroy me

Un Merveilleux Malheur

I don’t think

I’ve missed you

More than I have

Today

There was nothing

I could do

To help push

These feelings away

And even though

It is now

Nearly twenty six years old

I have realised

My love for you

Will simply

Never grow cold

Xxx

A Temporary Salve

It all

Felt better

For a while

You made

Me laugh

You made

Me smile

But now

It’s over

And

You’re gone

So again,

I’m left

All alone

“Coping By Not Having To Cope”

When he died

And you’d nothing left

How did you deal

With the emptiness?

I filled it up

With pills and gin

In the vainest of hopes

I could forget him

And did you find

That it worked

They helped wash away

The pain and hurt

Some days did feel

Like less of a chore

But, in the end, the grief

Got too big to ignore

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