This Particular Taste
i did not want to leave like this
stirring my coffee
or tea
and realising
that there was a different reality
i did not want to leave like this
feeling that others have failed
and that when i eat the bread
it’s actually quite stale
but here i am,
counting away final weeks
and playing tag
in my restless sleep
packing my bag
and hoping that i will find my feet
i did not want to leave like this
sipping my coffee
or tea
questioning myself
trying to nurse versions of my sanity
but here i am,
and not much changes
a pummelling you can be expected to take
what a shame,
that i should leave here
with this particular taste
i want to feel so differently
but i know it’s already too late
James Garratt – January 2023
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This Particular Taste – Written January 2023 (Aged 47)
