Hurtling – August 2012

Hurtling

We hurtle
towards your birthday
and it is one
that you will sadly miss
we carry on
we have to live
sometime,
words fall like raindrops
and i sit inside
the pain steadies itself
but it never subsides
just a nag, a pull, a tug
heart tied in knots
always in flux
we hurtle towards
whatever fate demands
wave of a ghostly hand
the pull of living, loving arms



James Garratt – August 2012