Rolling Back
they would emotionally,
try to consume me
rest their head upon my shoulder
but i have just –
driven round too many blocks
they would seek out things in me
that do not exist
they would dress it up
by using words like, ‘feel’
but i am only me
and these things are not real
they are the things we put there
when the cat struggles with the hill
when we have a life
and suddenly we cannot afford the bill
emotionally,
i have always been the sort –
the kind of, ‘friend’, who fills gaps
who grabs the cart –
and stops it rolling back
but that is not all i am
and i realise, somehow, those people –
will never get to understand
James Garratt – October 2013
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Rolling Back – Written October 2013 (Aged 38)
