Hometime

As the hurt starts to subside

And the pain begins to fade

I’m never too far

From the reminder

Grief is still the sharpest blade

Spirit

I know
you were
sitting
with me

As I
drove
all that
way

Otherwise
it wouldn’t
have pissed
it down

The
whole
fucking
day

This Next Wee While

If you
notice
that I’ve
gone

There’s
no need
to worry

Sometimes
I have
to run
away

From
situations
in a hurry

But I’ll
most
certainly
return

So please,
fret
ye not

I will be
coming
back very
soon

To reclaim
my top
spot

1000 Miles

The message from the search engine pings.

Their spies inform me that last month I visited:

Three different countries,
Fifteen different cities,
And twenty one different places.

That means I travelled over 1000 miles, last month.

Each one without you.

And every one with an empty heart.

Country Roads

I should stop driving late at night.

Especially on country roads.

It’s becoming far too tempting not to press the foot brake.

And I’m not afraid of the darkness…

 

 

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