Birthday Date – March 2011

Birthday Date

i turned up –
and her face sunk –
like a ship which –
has lost all hope
her joy –
swaying on a hangman’s rope
we walked –
like departing fish
i had met her –
but not met her expectations
i was not the, ‘hunk’
the, ‘film star’ or the, ‘dish’
that she had expected
and so,
for two painful hours
i spun out feeling rejected
she made no attempt
and suddenly all those words –
felt ill meant
i had spent some time
travelling to her location
obeying her whims
and ever decision
it was done with a kind of –
game show finesse
and then i left –
with dreams down the drain
i deserve respect –
and much less, much less pain



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james Garratt – March 2011