Life · love · Love 2020 · New work

First impressions

Why when I cry does it never end

As I look at our first selfie

It has been merely days

But my chest tightens so much

When you touch my face

Just a moments embrace

Could satisfy me for an eternity

If we could stay forever

In each others arms

Why do you have to leave

Just an hour is too long

Like a needing puppy

I can only hope to cling on

I have only your scarf

With your sweet scent

To remind me of our precious time

Until the next time

I can breathe your air

My tears I cry for you

My proof of a joyful longing

To hold you once more

And this time

To not let go
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family · Life · love · New work

My hero

You gave me my teddy

To sooth away my fears

You hugged me tight

To calm my tears

You took me to hospital

When I cut my face

You fixed my bike’s tyre

Punctured in a race

You left the light on

When I was scared of the dark

You took me to play football

How I loved the park

You consoled me

When I lost my job

You gave me money for the rent

That helped a lot

You was there for me

When I needed to talk

I remember our Sundays

On the canals, those walks

You had an accident

The first of a few

Several more came

Didn’t know what to do

You repeated yourself

All the same stories

I would listen each time

You would never bore me

You would have a stroke

And never be the same

How you reacted

Hope it would never be again

But behind the stroke

There was something else

A cancerous tumour

Eating at your health

I remember watching you

Hugging you so tight

Not wanting to let go

Seeing how you fight

All the treatments

Eating you alive

Thank god you had

Your caring wife

You had lost your weight

Your strong cuddly frame

Now just a shell of yourself

Not to be the same

Until the day they called

And you was taken in

Hospital again

It would all begin

Holding onto your hand

I would watch you sleep

Quietly beside you

I would weep

Talking to you

Wishing you would wake

Come back to us

I would take your place

As the machine starts to beep

And I watch you go

I will miss you forever

My father, my hero

family · Life · New work

Warmth

Oh how I hate the cold

The bitter morning

Leaving the covers a sufferance

As I scoot to the bathroom

Stubbing my toe

Silently cursing to myself

As I close the door behind

I can see my breath

Taking off my cheap pyjamas

Exposing my naked skin

It must be below freezing

Turning the four pronged tap

Hoping to myself

The water piercing

As is flows off my fingertips

And I wait

Anticipating warmth

Almost begging for it

With both hands in a prayer

Please let me have warmth

family · Life · love · New work

Beautiful sun

It was not cold this morn

Dew was on the grass

The breeze almost still

As if waiting for nature to whisper

To make my hairs stand up

Watching the horizon

As I have a million times

Awaiting its glow

Until finally

It peeps its head

Mesmerising yellow

I longed for your warmth

My naked skin breathing you

Your incredible brilliance

Fill my every nook

I am yours

To take me again and again

I will always wait for you

Fidel to the end

Beautiful sun

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depression · Life · managing depression · New work

Maybe the next time

As I awoke in my pit of despair

Laid out on the floor as a carcas left to rot

The flies were probably seeking their next meal

I was probably an eternity after the expiration date

Clutching my head as if it mattered

The afternoon sun pulsing through the dreary nets

The burning rays on my brow

Self pity was on my lips from the night before

Somewhere between the cheapest vodka and the stains on my shirt

A stream of bottles littered the floor

If only it was a river with a breakneck current

I wish it would suck me in never to return to my hell

Why is there always a next time?

An afternoon awakening sunrise

Maybe the next time I lose myself in the bottle

I can disappear for good

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