another lunchtime meet
you body frail
once beautiful eyes flicker
like the family neon light
that cackles and hisses

season of forgiveness
it has begun
chasing away the winter
courting the sun
it is the season for forgiveness

if someone cannot find your beauty
find the warmth in your hands
who fault is that?
how much blame do you apportion

they threw all the toys –
out of their pram
when told that what they wanted
could not be had
they stamped their feet

they gobbled up all the fruitcake
and they added raisins to
they could not get enough
and they ate more than too much
they ate more than their share

fine –
that is what i am,
i will just leave
i will be the bastard you want me to be
that is what i am
if that is what you believe

they say you cannot measure friendship
perhaps that is true
i think about all the smiles
to cover all that distance
perhaps i should measure it in miles

who knows –
what the future holds
all those stories
not yet told
all those buildings
that we must mould

someone scares me
unpredictable,
angry,
repressed,
high on bitterness

i will be honest
once you insisted i had ‘autism’
or a form of…
once i had asked you to listen
but you did not
once i had explained