As I look into her eyes
yesterday comes back alive.

I see
the meadows where we'd go
the river that ran slow

the light
the dark
and
we were there
in the park
the band played
and we stayed
for what seemed
an eternity.

She qualifies my
existence.

..when you know it's time to go
and you need to take that leap
but you keep on looking back
knowing there's no chance of change

there is no new identity

whatever is out there is meant for you and me
and the first steps take us nearer to our goals

From nought to sixty
in three seconds
is unlikely to fix me
I
need a slow build up
to build up
to
that moment
when
everything comes together.

I am a jigsaw with one piece missing
and can never see the whole picture,

but there are a million pieces
so
in time
who knows.

They say we're triumphant
and that they'll build us an arch
and we'll be quite thrilled
until they inject us with starch
and
we will look quite stupid
in a central location
holding up the roof in
St Pancras station.

I need coffee.

I believe that what changes is us and that
we probably get fed up with the old us
and decide to make a brand new us,
the old us is rejected in favour of the new us.

a bit like politics
without the *******.

You always count on her
so why not
make her a necklace from the
beads on an abacus
and make it official.