I stretched my thoughts
and heard them crack;
like dust, they settled on you.
No time to waste,
I must backtrack -
before my heart cracks too.

I think of all you’ve taught me
and I know it’s been a lot,
like I’ve never been a crier -
now I don’t know how to stop;
and all my sorrows have come knocking,
so I think I’ll drown the lot,
with another gin and tonic
and another silent sob.

‘tis a different kind of ache,
a softly broken heart
a fallen apple, bruised;
gently held, and soothed -
then slowly prised apart

Sleep has a grasp on my bones -
My eyes, a white hot burning;
Dreams beckon with undertones
of a pattern I'm not learning.

For all the rainbows in the sky,
I'd trade a smile for you;
a diamond prism canvas
of iridescent hue.

oh what use am i to thee
in mine own fine company?
a drink in hand
cheap whiskey brand
i'm on my own again, you see