Friday, 27 June 2014
I'm sorry
I'm sorry I've not written
like I used to when you loved me.
It's not that I've not written, rather -
I cant quite make a line so perfect
as your hair and that woolly jumper.
I can't write a song that does justice
to your funny photos on the beach.
I made a cake but I don't think
it's good enough for breakfast.
I made a bird house from tin cans
but the rust will not be red
as a cardinal or the beak of a puffin.
And they will not visit, just like you.
When I hammered it together
I couldn't tell if I was sending arrows to your heart
or putting nails in a coffin.
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