#36: Spring Cleaning

May whatever Gods you believe 

In bless the forgetfulness that has

Let me live through this year

And the one before that

And maybe the last one, too, I forget

The shape of your smile, and your voice

Has lost its sweet saccharine- I hear

Old addictions seem repulsive after a while.

34, feels like 43, in degrees

26, feels like I should have held on to

Semblances of happiness that we were allowed to imitate

Are all forgotten, I clear out

Shelf after shelf of space 

In memories, in memoriam.

You were nice, mister-i-forget-your-face.

It must have been nicer to leave that day, I suppose. 

#35: Love Is A God From Hell

What is it about drunkenness that

Sets us so wide apart, Charlie?

Your inebriation was foggy,

Soggy three-day-old-newspaper charm

And mine is the sad silence of a sadder hotel room.

I spilt water on 

My favourite book and

I thought of the man that gifted me it

And his smile is getting harder to remember each day.

You, you and I,

We held on to the loosest of threads.

Our palms grew sweaty with

Fear and maybe we still have to

Learn what love is.

Is selfishness really that bad, Mr B?

Is it okay for me to want adoration

Even if it is sexist, objectifying, shameless

Mirthless adoration? 

Loneliness feels like a dead spider's home

Collecting dust in a corner 

I can't quite reach yet.

What is it about laughter that

Makes its remembrance so sad?