Swallow The Days
Maybe I am just
not built
in such a way
that I can so easily
swallow the days.
Memories can cause
indigestion,
and a life lived
has so much
congestion.
Maybe it’s age,
which in itself
is stuffed
full of life,
experience,
some of which
truly has bite,
yet some of it
is found
in a room
where no one
turns on the light.
And it’s true,
I miss friends,
in the sense
of having friends,
but that’s my own retreat,
that’s the choice,
but once,
friends were how i heard –
my own voice.
We are all,
to some extent,
lone walkers,
just making
a choice.
I miss friends,
and I miss
having people
to melt into,
to wrap myself up in,
and to fall into
their conversation.
Maybe,
just maybe,
it’s all
vanity and ego,
and maybe
I am just not built
in such a way
where I can so easily
swallow these passing days.
James Garratt – July 2025
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Swallow The Days – Written Thursday 31st July 2025 (Aged 50)
