Staring beyond the hazy windows,
into the bylanes of your past.
Where the gutters are open and doors are locked,
of every house and home you’ve lost.
You played in the mud and on the swings,
in the gardens of your childhood.
Now the park is empty and grass is barren,
You still visit often, as you should.
The teenage years of rebellious angst,
walking around like a loaded gun.
No hedged bets or second guesses
When did you lose that conviction?
And you’ve also lost the courage to dream,
so tell me more about it today.
You never did trod on the beaten path,
but now you’re too scared to stray.
Tell me about those two best friends,
you thought would stay forever.
When the laughter died and the darkness came,
they hid like the sun in bad weather.
I see you’re finally opening up,
but there’s more I’d like to know.
Tell me about the losses you’re hiding
and this time, please go slow.
You’ve lost all that fire in you’re heart,
you doused it with logic and reason.
The man you’ve always wanted to be,
how quickly that’s come undone.
Do you miss his hands upon your face,
Or how naked your speech would become?
Your heart has lost the way it once felt
– the beating of a thousand drums.
You’re sobbing now as you recount the night
Death told you an elaborate lie.
He promised he wouldn’t visit if you called,
but became the darkness in your eyes
I see you carry these losses with pride
as they sit heavily upon your frame.
And life has a way of humouring itself,
by having victory & defeat look the same.
You’ve now recounted all the things you lost
& I notice Hope is still in play.
Then you look straight at me, with a funny smile,
And I wish you’ve nothing more to say.