should those parts
mount a coup
if my poorest mental health
had the key
what would it do?

what scares me –
is that one day –
the roof will collapse

you are not here to see us
your chair was empty
but my heart is still full of you
plenty of,
time has come and gone

but it feels so far away
the victorian houses
the edwardians streets
they no longer feel like home turf –
beneath my feet

i do not always want to take part
i am not fixer,
or a joiner
or even a hand mixer