Saturday Shaped Door – Written Tuesday 21st January 2020 (Aged 44)

Saturday Shaped Door

suddenly, i feel very far away
from my usual day to day
dad died…
and i am – lost inside
and so many (many many) memories
gather, I know some of them have lied
real, it happens outside of me –
in these moments
metaphorically i fall to the floor
dad died…
and found a saturday shaped door
suddenly, i have parents no more
and i am, their living genetics
yet, i feel frantic,
as the ‘world’ around me
with its hustle, bustle and commercial commotion
seems, well, non existent
or it feels swept up in stunning slow motion
suddenly, i do, i do feel very far away

James Garratt – Tuesday 21st January 2020

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I am a 40 something sometime writer. I live in the South West of the UK but originally I am from Essex.

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