Day Two 17:15 PM

By now, we know

          we all know         the

 

Could be

                           Would be

Should         be

 

We can tell the truth from the lies

you say it

but you’re not 

 

                           ‘fine’

 

your hands shake

your words shake

your clean clear voice

is nothing but a void

it’s weak

and muffled

lost in background noise

 

all the time 

                  now

 

Walking downtown

slow down

go down

by the water

think about the daughter 

that you almost had

that you’d prepared for

arrival should have been greeted with every happiness in store

 

blues and pinks in the tiny little room

on the left of the hall

that fronted the street

where you had chance to meet

every one of your heroes

every one of your friends

when things went bad

you held it all in

you closed that door

for years now it seems

four years now at least

the other she is gone

she headed back east

 

‘oh dear’, she said

‘i’d never’

‘i’m sorry’

and more

every feeling she spoke about 

is added to ‘sore’

is added to ‘sad’

is added to salt

you say ‘lock me away

it was always my fault’

 

my good name?

 

the is 

no 

such 

thing