The really great thing about being a bit crap at relationships is you get an awful lot of stuff to write about.
This Is An Is Thing, Isn’t It?
This is an is thing
This isn’t a once thing
Too late for once now anyway
This I hope is a future thing
And an odd thing this not once and future thing
An odd thing; time
Not just because it breaks the rhyme
It was getting close to needing to do that anyway
So where are we?
Where we were both before was
Nowhere much good; it was ok
But you know, not really
What we were looking for
And then; us. Somehow
It’s good.
We’re hoping it will stick
This time, this summer
These nights and days
The blossom time,
The blessed Chinese June bride time,
Something I saw
On the label of a T shirt in Hong Kong
Ten years from now;
We’re not that young.
We’ve both been places rich and poor
But fingers crossed and hoping
The pigs aren’t whistling;
It’s hard sometimes to make this right.
So let’s go slow this evening
And do no hurt tonight.
