it never had one goal
nor was it a slave to ambition
it was, unlikely, to come to fruition
but then that is fine,
take the cliche –
of good company and good wine

too often,
the surface comes loose
the inside exposed
like ill fitting shoes

looking back –
seems unreal
a melody of how i feel
someone else living –
someone else paying the bill

i am amused by the competition
but children are not a possession
just as they are not a prize
nor do they bolster your defences

they spend their money on things
things they do not need
it is easier to spend a fortune
than it is to actually believe

life changes
with a jolt
with a bang
something subtle
somethings unknown

we poked fun at her
when her perceived stupidity –
made people –
feel better about themselves

letting you go is painful
and not done with consummate ease
finally letting go,
finally, without reservation