April Poems 2016/03

Switching Protocols

You asked me where,

I kept the love you gave me

in my head or heart

or the little keepsake box

the came from Whitley Bay.

My pursed lips should have given you a clue.

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What will my family say

when you don't turn up

for the holiday we booked together?

My mom really liked you, you know,

the first girlfriend she wanted me to keep.

She snapchatted our faces together

to see what her grandkids would look like.

I shook my head.

See this field where I grow my cares?

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You try to kiss me,

to rekindle the desire

that once had me travelling a hundred miles

to spend an hour with you.

You tried to stroke my arm, touch my cheek

but I moved away.

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