it retreats, back to bed
to pull up the covers
and we all do it
we all say, it is the others

i knew i would need fixing
a lot of mending
stabalising
and plenty of feeling

i have no aversion
to the green
but i was here
with all my feelings

how can i go on
feeling so lost and sad
how long do i starve myself –
of happiness and a way forward

three words –
become a sentence
become a paragraph
then a story

affection and feeling
hard to accept
sell me a memory
of deeper self respect

that was some –
parachute jump
did you land –
with a crash and a bump

you can have your locket back
the shop full of feelings –
of old advertisements and tack
you can take your pictures
and find a new frame