Lilac – Written Friday 3rd January 2020 (Aged 44)

Lilac

there was the colour lilac
in your dreams
i saw versions of your children
in deep set beams
i ran to your comfort
as it lay upon spikes
i found your wheels in motion
as we rode our bikes
there was the colour lilac
in your dreams
it soft washed your tears
as your weeping came clean
i was there,
when the glass ceiling fell apart
when the hack surgeon,
removed your aching heart
i was there,
when the flaked painters
found the colour lilac
and repainted your dark grey life
i was halfway to your home
when i finally ungripped my vice
now i see the lilac
in your poor street laced light




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James Garratt – Friday 3rd January 2020