In a sudden silly moment
of madness
she thought she should
be able to tell the truth to
the one she loves
Flat on the table
a loud bang, his cup
jumping up from its saucer  
rolling off away
He had no intention to go
though
and she was paralysed anyway
like she is and always will be
when someone's so so mad.

Maybe one day I catch
a flight to México to
see the Monarch butterflies
migrate and learn
how to wave through a storm.

My first words
My first sip of coffee
My first real kiss
My first real smoke
My first divorce
My first poem

A sheet on the milk
A long disquisition re Game of Thrones
and whether he has seen it
or not
Her ex-boy on the street
definitely not waving
And so, we all have something
to deal with
in our first world.

We all end up with
our own father
in the end.

Don't you trust me?
I should, shouldn't I...but I don't know how
anymore.
Then you should trust yourself a bit
more.

Do you fancy a cup of tea?
Do I need to go to the postal office?
Why are my limbs so heavy?
And my thoughts even more?
When does the light kick in again?
When will I meet you?