who shares your view
your vision –
or even hue?
who finds the edges of your screen

you reminded me –
of a time
when i thought the world of you
and you reminded me –
of how big and how interesting –
that was

did i write you poems
– oh that is sweet
and they meant something to you
that is so sweet and touching

i thought the world of you,
back then,
but i did not know,
that you thought the world of me

and for whom,
their own truths
were weights they could not bear
and if you cannot bear others and their truths
then how do you show them you care?

What Did I Know do we ever know people are they merely, the shapes and illusions we make them out … More

and it smelt like all his cars had
it smelt of him
and many many childhood days
they had always smelled like that
since i was small, going back
when, in the 1970’s i sat in mum’s lap

and it is not like when i was younger
when i pledged my allegiance to lovers
some of whom quickly lost their hunger
as we played adult hide and seek under the covers

today.. it shifted slightly
the week, slow to start,
eventually it has flown by

the relationship with my dad,
was exhausting
and is his death, well it is no different