i have realised
that i have to clean out
and i have to rearrange
this emotional ride
i can no longer sustain
i have realised
certain people, like birds
must fly away
carry on without me
in new and exciting ways
i have realised
that sometimes it is fleeting
the touch and the times
of a personal greeting
James Garratt – Friday 18th July 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 