Bend
Break
Love
Hate
Lie
Steal
Give
Take,
Chance
Destiny
Luck
Fate
Just in time
Always too late

Care
Neglect
Memories
Regret
Every detail
Want to forget
Duty
Promise
Freedom
Choice
The catch in the throat
The crack in the voice

Heart
Head
Lead
Led
Burnt
Frozen
Starved
Fed,
Whispered
Sc­reamed
Ignored
Heard
Endings
Beginnings
But all                Just words

The week old beard and the pavement look
Earned from sleeping in doorways
In his hands
Soft spined
Well thumbed
A copy of the good book
He shouts to me about Jesus
Tells me it’s not too late
But I’m already several steps
And twice as many thoughts away

She told him that her world was round
And it in turn
Went round because of him
This man
Her sun
Her moon
Her stars
The subtle tilt along her axis
The gentle push behind her endless spin
And being the man he was
He listened only with his heart
And so took her for her words
But as in many things
More so in words brought on by love
What is said
Is seldom ever really what is heard
So on he went
With her
Around her round world  
All doubts subdued by thoughts of what was said
Until the day he found that sometimes worlds
Can be as flat as they are round
And somehow the words used by another
Had slowly pushed him
To the edge

Now that we have calculated the distance between us
We have proof that it is not as wide as we thought
After our data has been collected and displayed
In scatter graph and pie chart
We can show evidence of coloration and similarity in the almost equal shares
Of the two coloured circle
And the dots that cluster around the straight line
Now that we have sized each other up
First by estimate
Then the inch
The centimetre
And the micron
We finally have the measure of each other and can present the findings

I already know that this will only highlight the flaws in the facts
It will point out the odds hidden in the evens
And have us dividing ourselves
By numbers that will always be prime
You will present with flipchart
Use illustrations
And pointing stick
I will scribble down half-finished thoughts
And mumble my way
Through self-conscious poetry