TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE

 

On Tuesday you told me you loved me.

Out of the blue the words settled upon

my shoulders of solitude and drifted

up my neck, throat and tongue

to my brain where they dawdled

as I became used to the idea that

there was love in my life once more.

Once more there was feeling in a bleak

and desolate landscape, rain to the dry

sand of my human need.

You gave me this and now you lie

in a hospital bed isolated from

the world by bandaged time.

I cannot say you are a type-fast

kind of person cos you don’t know it

but you ask for the earth not some

of the wrecking-balled timings they

have put before the fence of timing-belted

laughter and hope.

 

 

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2018

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