They say I'm like you
And you're  like me
Well what the hell
Do people see

Cos if I'm like you
And you're like me
Then who am I
Supposed to be.

April 2017

You were the light
at the end of my tunnel;
The rest at the end of my day
and I thought I'd have forever
to say the words I'd like to say.

But life moves on
And time goes by.
People change
and feelings die.

Now my tunnels have no ending
my days end in an empty bed
and I sit alone surrounded
by the words I never said.

I held you close and hugged you tight
It was a perfect moment in my life
I held you and I kissed you
My hand soft upon your neck…….

Then you said you didn't love me
any more

I pulled you close and crushed you tight
I had to have that perfect moment all my life
I held you and i kissed you
My hand grew tight around your neck…….

And you never said you didn't love me
any more

Drowning in the now
Escape comes in the future
Future never comes

Being in the now
Not waiting for the future
When it's here it's now

He was a kind man, softly spoken,
but never lost for words.
I knew him well,
but wished I'd known him better:
we had so many things to do
and thought there would be time
to do them later.
This, sadly, wasn't  true.

But maybe they're important
these things we leave undone
They could be what keep us strong
and standing tall.
For who knows?
If we'd done all of them
there might be nothing left at all.

I still
recall
how we first met

Catz JCR
1984

crowded bar
eyes met
love at first sight?
Not quite

Though
there was
much liking
me to to you
one way
I had nothing
you wanted

you had
dark hair
crooked smile
and
dancing eyes to die for

We talked
you laughed
I grumbled

Your friend
bought me a pint.
I was sad
it wasn't you.

We drank
you left
I drank some more
and went
to bed.
Alone

Months later
in a punt
random chance
beer picnic
botle opener?
No chance.

Punt side cap removal
I taught you.
You tried it
hurt your finger.
I was sad.
you were happy
bandaged hand
essay excuse.

We fell in love
your crooked smile
and
dancing eyes to die for
My car
and hairy shoulders

Years later

you still
have crooked smile
and
dancing eyes to die for
now own own car

I have
....
hairy back and you

If i were daft enough to falter
and die next Tuesday week
Would anyone
Be kind enough to care?

And If it were on Wednesday
when they laid me down to rest
Would it just be me and t’ vicar
who were there?