cannot patronise you
or pretend i care
just wonder
what went on there

what would have happened –
had your father not left you
what would have happened –
had your mother held on –
to your tiny childlike frame

i will miss you this week
and i will dream of friday
it cannot come soon enough
feel your closeness

i put down on paper –
those things which swim around my head
how she stabbed my past –
and watched silently, as it bled

Every Breath i wish you would be – less insecure about yourself i wish you would care less – about … More

figure skating on the tears of your past
those frozen tears,
the ones,
which form the bedrock of previous years

did you know i love you
not in a feckless, reckless immature way
but in a complete, it feels neat –
everyday kind of way