some clouds –
do have a silver lining
but for me, some clouds
just have a black bin lining

we are far too similar
i n you,
i see me
and i see it so familiar

their quivering lip?
the band aid for the wound
that continues to weep and drip

we flick through pictures
and wonder,
could we ever start again?

friends seem sad
with little to say
clouds of black
skies of grey

the madness creeps in
it has no end
but it knows where to begin

the tears cannot plug the gaps
or even fill the obvious cracks
they cannot even wash away the pain
and it feels like,
we will never be able to live them again

this is thirty something
the past has been hung
it was tried and convicted
before it had barely begun