why me?
why you?
who chooses these things
perhaps,
there is an ultimate being

you know,
i do not want to be alone
bring me home
but not in your carrier bags

i feel like i am on a ship
but a ship without a sail
i put another day away in a drawer
why do my relationships fail

and i am trying to let go
but in my fear
it appears,
my grip has tightened
i am trying to settle inside

with my glasses –
resting upon my nose
with my strange clothes
and a writing pad
for any amusing notes

you love to be loved
but in amongst the mess that is love
you only get abused

no car, no money, no flat
just a stash of stories
about some wonderful memories
and a soul happy to be free

i miss your beat
because…
your friendship is a holiday
with good scenery and acceptable heat