it is the end of the chapter
but i do not want to turn the page
it is time to go somewhere else
i would like to get my coat

the boat came in
but the friend went away
i drunk all their gin
and was to tired to stay

they claimed to know me
but, in my memory
they were filed
under the category of, ‘missed’

now it is the end of the day
and now,
it is sunsets all round
and here we go,
round and round

i have been turned away
another job,
another day
it is the same story

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