No one tells you it
Comes on a summer day
Heat on the neck and
Grief on the lips
White noise cloaked in
Yellow light
It’s a space in the room
The space between teeth
Words nearly spoken
They hang in the air
Like clouds
Tear stained faces and
Imagined places
You think of your childhood
Number one storyteller
Memories follow you like
The wake of a boat
No one told me it would
Come on a summer day
The blue
Pales into
Insignificance
My Dad has a heavy heart
It sinks like the lump in my throat
All stuffy collars and stuffy crowds
Please rise for a favourite song
A good man
An alcoholic
A space in the room
The gap in my teeth
Hell comes in eggshell
Time for sleep
Hell in Eggshell
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