The ache that does not go away
The ache that has not yet arrived
Such is the tour de force of life
That no one time will be forgotten
Also, that those same spaces
Those exactly similar feelings
Are not, quite unexpectedly
There for the sharing
A lifetime of individuation
Each one unique
Each one with its own aura
Where only our emptiness dances
Thousands of words
Though not many exclusively
Millions of thoughts
But only two subjects
I prefer myself without a beard
Yet I also would rather not to have to shave
Do you get my drift
I’m not much of a fan of the thesaurus
Oh but that one shave
Will I ever forget it
Have you already forgotten?
No worry, it always was mine for keeps
There was a moment
Back there
Stood on the grass verge
At the bombing range
A breeze
Whispered over my cheek
Carried on with its movement
To ruffle my hair
In that instant
All of the good times
In my life manifested
To gift love to my mind
I was alone
Yet still I feel
That it could be called
A peak experience
Are those crests of waves
Out beyond the marsh
There isn’t anyone to ask
Why do places close
At the most inopportune times
Gemma is ok
Presumably she’s the daughter
Checking up
To see how her mum’s getting on
On her singles date
Actually the café seems to be
Quite a safe place to meet
To begin a new romantic adventure
Not that I’m an expert
It's only what I’ve read
About being visible
Well, the glass windows
Wrap all way round
And outside
There are folks with cameras and binoculars
Also there is no shortage of love
If you listen to the mobile phones
Those frequent infrequent messages
Which all and sundry
Serve from their table:
Bye
See you soon
Love to everyone…
