Still

I am still,
And I am, still.

For we would want
Tomorrow to come today,
If we could have our way.
But time moves
And every minute, every second
Proves
That we are scared –
Aware of what each other thinks.
We are constantly
Doing the dirty washing
In each other’s sinks.

I feel
The marigold need
To put on bright gloves
And do something ordinary
In order to forget lost loves.

But I am still,
And still, I am:
And so it goes
Till I push a pram
Or wipe the blood from my nose.

 

 

(picture coming soon...)