mum said she was proud of me
it was a word she used a lot
in those awful landslide last few weeks
it is the word,
that now reduces me to tears

the citrus taste
of the lime
the explosions
that are hard to mind
the pouring
of the sweetest wine

the clairvoyant
told me things
i kind of knew
but i did not cry

i try my best
but i am short –
curt and to the point
and i apologise
but, oh, if you could know this pain