7 May 2012

I remember South Bank in summer,

Jackson Pollock in the Tate

I nearly wept.

I remember diving into boxes

Old vinyls marooned in a box at the market.

The smell of passing time.

I remember devoting all that time to finding,

Lovely things all for myself,

No flowers for you.

Hindsight makes you tremble when,

All at once, you notice you're unloved,

It's your own fault.

London lover, thanks for all the sunny days,

I wished our dream away before,

You set it free.

paddydukeNo Flowers For You • Opuss № I