At least it was springtime
I whisper to myself as he eases into the unknown
Such a strong man, a quiet man
My grandfather no longer suffering
Another gentle soul these hands have helped
Continue on this journey of "being"
No longer human
Scattered amongst the in between
You are loved
You will be missed
Rest in Peace

I'm fine
(No i'm not)
Go out? I will
(No I won't)
Had a brilliant night
(Stayed at home)
Dinner was a delight
(Ate alone)
Had a hot relaxing bath
(Chilled to the bone)
We did have a laugh
(Inside was hollow)
I look happy
(I lost my soul)

i didn’t understand you–
i don’t think anyone did.
i don’t think anyone could.

you were the wrath of the lamb
and the rib of Adam,
you were the burning cherubim by
the savage Garden,
you were Samael and Apollyon,
brooding in Gehenna  

you were a god and a devil,
and i’m afraid
that i never found out who
won, in the end.

when you loved me,
was it because you knew who
i was or was it because
you knew what i would become?

I remember your eyes, those long eyelashes, the bright blue staring back at me
But I've forgotten the look of them gazing at me

I remember the curve of your mouth, your soft full lips, the way they puckered out
But I've forgotten the feeling of kissing you

I remember your hands, big and rough from those hours at the gym
But I've forgotten how they feel in my own hands

I remember your long hair, tugging on it even though I knew you hated it
But I've forgotten the smell of it after you showered

I remember you pulling me close in the night, wrapping your arm tight around my waist
But I've forgotten the warmth from your body

I remember you said you loved me, you said it every time you left
But I've forgotten what it's like to love you because you forgot first

Inside the news today
A man made up his mind
The casual cages that held his rages
Were becoming a bit of a bind
So he locked himself in his room
And cultivated his gloom
Then carefully selected his time

At last he waited until
Those who spoke to him still
Were on their way to a working day
With another eight hours to ****
Then he casually did the deed
And then he watched himself bleed
With a curiously impersonal thrill

So, slowly he died
Right there where he lied
He lay in a pool the red dead fool
So sadly and badly demised
It was in the papers that night
And they spelt his name right
He had finally made the big time

                            By Phil Roberts