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For your life to be ending like this no lights on
The trolley screeches in the hall and you don’t care

That cordial is all that’s left now

I thought you’d scream blue murder for one last wine

Instead I rub your feet as you look through me

Past me

A void of forget me not blue

Where you don’t know my name


A good death is humble, fast, noble
Which of these is yours as they take your shit away

In a pan; 
dress your bruises – you sleep on the floor now

The slightest descent of all, from a distance of mere inches

Yet it takes forever
The world seems suspended above you
Photographs of people out of reach

I feed you mangoes on a spoon

Sunshine dripping down your chin

Sunshine 
in your smile – so loving

Fumbling back to conversation so infrequently now:

How's my job, how's my car, how's my
identity - wrapped in fog, in the incessant screaming
Of a tv in the common room

Life dwindles down to this:
Mango pulp pulsing in a cerebral blender 
Where you've got no idea that everything we've been through
Goes beyond the last 20 seconds
Like the goldfish in the waiting room
It's all so incongruous
The will it takes to find you 
You still don’t remember me
Yet I’ll love you forever