The Death Of Something – Written January 2026 (Aged 50)

The Death Of Something

It is the death of something —
the loss…
the loss of a time
that felt carefree,
even though
we know that it was not.
But
it was a time of explorers
and exploration;
a time
of shiny,
new‑found situations.
This —
this must be the death
of all that,
or at least
the final word.
It’s a slow tumble forward —
as memories rush back.
I admit,
I cry,
I cry for them;
for me, for friends,
for others —
for days of fleeting innocence,
where the innocence
turned out
to be fleet of foot.
And I was lost,
writing everything down
in my poetry books.
Days
where experience was mined
as if we were miners
mining gems.
It’s the death of all that,
and I am sad —
I am really sad,
so very sad.
This is the death
of something;
a final look
at a previous show —
even if we know
that in truth,
it died
a long, long time ago.

James Garratt – January 2026

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