There is something wrong…possibly,
But I don’t know what it is,
Yet within this ignorance,
I can find a sense of bliss,
Cause when this game is over,
I won’t really mind,
Cause It seems I was always,
On the losing side,
So please respect,
When I say,
I have nothing to lose,
I only have,
Peace to gain.

I don’t know what it was,
I guess at a guess I would say it was her smile,
But there was also that twinkle within the eyes,
A sparkle I haven’t seen in a long while.

For a moment she was with a friend,
But then they separated and she danced on her own,
And then I realized that friend was my own friend,
I turned and apologized as we carried on watching the show.

The music was good,
Got us drunk, got us high, got us reaching up and touching the sky,
Got us dancing with arms upon each other's shoulders,
And with her arm around my waist, I had to secretly smile.

We sang along with all the songs,
And if we didn’t know the words we just made them up,
And every so often I would purposely glance in her direction,
Trying to catch the eye of what was becoming a pleasant distraction.

Satisfaction ended the set,
And wet with the sweat, the crowd slowly unfolded and dispersed,
I looked at her hoping to find her looking back at me,
And she was, she is, and everything stopped, for a minute.

I swallowed my fears,
Threw caution to the wind and jumped right in,
Rolled the dice and didn’t think twice,
Took chance by the hand and accepted the dance,
And speaking with a confidence I have never felt before,
I asked her name, started the game, and set the wheels in motion,
Of what will be…will be.

I found the note,
That she wrote,
In the early morning,
Of this very day.

I didn’t read it,
I just felt it,
Coursing within me,
Like fire within the views.

I closed the curtains,
For a sense of containment,
Taking a moment,
And crossed to the stool.

I sat down,
As I glanced around,
Lifting the lid,
To expose the keys.

And by placing a hand,
Via feeling instead of plan,
The piano told me,
How I should feel.

Is it wrong that I don’t feel the shame?
Yet I do understand the pain,
The disgust, the mistrust,
Of a promise made by us,
That was not followed through.

How can we look them in the eye?
When we have this overhanging lie,
For which no one is brave enough to admit to,
For the fear of having to play the public’s fool,
In the court of social injustice.

And how, how could we have let this happen?
Leave ourselves open to this embarrassment,
Treating them as stateless citizens,
Stealing away all their freedoms,
How?
How could we let it happen?

Cause they gave us their everything,
Reset and started from zero again,
Sacrificed their place on the food chain,
To help us when we were lame.
They did the menial tasks,
That of ourselves would be too much to ask,
So we could live it up in the sun,
Basking while the work was done,
By the hands different to ours,
Of those who we considered a lower class,
And what did we give them in return?
A thankless return flight home,
Waving them off with a two-finger salute.

So did we really mean it?
When we offered the hand of friendship,
When we set a fresh place at the table,
When we greeted them with a smile,
Or were they just,
Shallow gestures.

***?
***!
LOL.

TBH,
FWIW
IMO
NTIM
KIS
ITSFWI
TNSTAAFL
YATB
&
YOLO.

When you come,
Will you bring flowers?
Will you bring smiles?
Will you bring colour?
Will you bring joy?
Will you bring laughter?
Will you blow away the cobwebs,
Of a winter we would rather forget?

Cause I miss,
The early morning dew,
Children playing in the park,
Sunny afternoons,
Lovers walking after dark,
Picnics on the heath,
Pink blossom decorating the trees,
The annoyance of the bees,
And that feeling of,
Being alive and free.

So when you come,
Will you put a skip in our stride?
Will you light up our eyes?
Will you beckon us outside,
To bathe within you glory?
Will you?
When you come.

Opening the door,
I catch the breeze upon my face,
Caressing it,
Blowing away the fatigue of this place,
I close my eyes,
And I breathe …with the breeze,
Taking a moment to pause,
I soak in…everything.

Looking back I ponder,
I wonder,
If I was to leave,
Would anyone notice?

I step away from the door.