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