Tagged: loss
That’s the O’Brien in you…
A shade darker now, this earthly light
Where once rang out the sounds of support.
No more;
A shade colder too, without your smile
Which charmed the hearts of so many.
All gone.
I rage at the injustice,
At the cruelness of a God
Who would see fit to remove the star
Which outshone Sirius,
To destroy the oasis of hope
In a desert of life-long despair.
But then I hear your voice:
“Oh lover, don’t be so ruddy stupid.”
And just like always,
The anger dissipates, replaced with insight;
And I know that wherever you are,
You’re making damn sure everyone behaves.
Even Him.
Nothing like a global celebration to remind you how impossibly alone you are.
Fell in love with her
Knowing that I had no chance
What a god-damned fool
I’d do it again in a heartbeat
Remember that time
I sent you flowers from
Half a world away?
Rest well, Grandad
You were the one
Who introduced me to dinosaurs.
Every Christmas,
You sat me on your lap and read.
And soon I will
Never see or hear you again.
Where once Red prevailed
Nothing was ever
So hopeless as the love we
Pretended to share
Ladder theory
Doesn’t matter how
Noble you think you are. You
All leave in the end
Too busy planning the future that the present came and knocked me for six
Blink through stinging tears.
Back to dying alone then;
But love never dies
WOMEN I NO UNDERSTAND YOU, COMPRENDE?
The sun’s riding high
Punching holes in the sky
Apex to horizon burns red
And my throat scratches dry
As I sit here and try
To remember the words that she said.
“You’re the best I could hope for,
You treat me so well
You’re all that a girl ever needs”
If she really meant that,
If those words were true,
Then why the hell did she leave?
Or perhaps I already have
I know you’re out there,
Waiting to be discovered.
Perhaps I’ll find you.
City of ghosts
I thought I saw her yesterday.
Can’t be sure though;
It’s been almost seventeen years.
It certainly looked like her though.
Blonde hair, tied back,
And that little half-sneering smile.
Maybe I was just letting my
Mind fill in blanks;
Like I wanted it to be her.
And then I noticed something else:
She was pregnant.
Then – a deeper realisation…
Surely, this is what women want?
And now I know
My own path will never cross hers.