Their Eyes Rebuild Me – Written Monday July 20th 2020 (Aged 45)

Their Eyes Rebuild Me

write the answers on the back of a postcard
send me a telegram
open my eyes to braille
because i do not understand

people sit in front of me
with hands clasped upon their lap
they eyes rebuild me
and then, i do not look back

send me a letter with a first class stamp
give me every faded high street
and every branch of every nearly closed bank
let me make deposits
in a place where there is little thanks
you sit in front of me
but not noticing that those dreams always stank

what can i do
where once i was shiny and new
now the directors are bored
i am relegated from my opulent position
and i am no longer part of the treasure horde

write me a letter on quality note paper
the type we used to keep next to our dial telephone
people sit in front of me
passing around words like religious bread
it is another unfulfilled might have been
and i am left with crumbs instead

James Garratt – Monday 20th July 2020

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