I was broken
A year before you found me
I am breaking again
Seventeen years later
In between the breaking
And the broken
There have been times of joy
There have been peak experiences
Today there is a strong frost
As I take my black Americano
Unlike the beach café in Rhodes
Where I watched you swim in the sea
From one place to the next
From situations to situations vacant
Take it in your stride, after all
You have previous experience
Though let’s hope that the new journal
And planner are more effective
And provide more inspiration
Than similar assistance in the past
It was bought on a whim
When I thought to sort myself out
After I recognised, rightly or wrongly
That we no longer had a conversation
The dustbin lids
Are frosted over
Last night I watched
Indecent Proposal
Is our relationship
Truly at an end
Isn’t this what
We always envisage
Did I leave you this way
With the promise of a future
With that as the ending to the day
Did you believe any of those words
Though didn’t you say
There are all kinds of relationships
And now
With light through both windows
I may as well predict anything I wish
Exquisite I think I said
More than once
If deeper truths be known
Stepping onto the ferry
Having spent the night
In a roadside hotel
Where wagons continually sped by
Stepping off the ferry
With miles of open road ahead
All the way from Dublin to Killarney
From the blue sea to the Black Mountain
Stepping into the bars where tourists dwell
Also where the national anthem
Is observed at closing time
As in the days of old
Stepping out into the countryside
To take a ride in a pony and trap
Being told true and tall stories, by the man
Who had stepped out, and then stepped back
