One Moment In Time


One moment is all it takes
for the scales to fall
from unseeing eyes
Like a snake moulting
you shed the skin
of countless untruths
masquerading as the truth

Finally you strip
from your bones
the pretence of the person
you never were
a role you played for so long
you never realised
when make-believe
became true
burying the real you
under a life you fashioned
out of a lie

But that one moment
set you free
One moment creating
the divide between
who you thought
you were
and who you can, at last,
let yourself be

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Still A Believer


I’m tired of soppy love songs
entwined hearts & red roses
pimpled young things
drooling over each other on the train
trying to merge into one another
as if there’s no space in the carriage
for two more bodies

It makes me sick
You could say I’m embittered or cynical
Some measure of truth in both
I’ve gone through that phase
I can’t see how anyone could emerge unscathed
Perhaps some escape with superficial burns
My scars run deeper

So I can do without protestations of fervent ardour
grandiose gestures that mean little
Share my silences, listen to what I don’t say
we’ll see if our definitions match
I still believe in love
just not the way I used to

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Clean Cut


Some ties
defy breaking
Frayed edges
clinging together
in a vain attempt
to keep
relationship’s fabric
from ripping

Snipping strands
that once bound
us together
is not to deny
they ever existed

Why not make
a clean cut
than allow bonds
to messily unravel

trailing threads
ragged edges
threadbare hearts

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A Million Pieces


I smiled and laughed
with nonchalant ease
I even indulged
in witty repartee

You were amused
It made me proud
You nursed your drink
I imbibed too much

I teetered
as I rose to leave
You put out your hand
I clung too long

As we went
our separate ways
I waited
for you to turn back

but you kept going
Your brisk steps
trod on my heart
breaking it into

a million pieces
once again

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Holding On To A Memory


I didn’t dare
to meet your gaze
unwilling to let you see
the longing in my eyes

I focused instead
on your hands
resting on the table

but I couldn’t reach out
to hold them
for fear I wouldn’t let go

So I let you walk away
And held on to your memory

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A Different Kind Of Loss


He never held out his arms to me
or swung me high
He never sat me on his knee
and told me funny stories
He never tickled me
into a fit of giggles
and never hugged me tight
when I wept

I would have liked
to squeal with delight
when he threw me
up in the air
secure in knowing
he would always catch me

I would have liked
to hold his hand
and skip along merrily
messily slurping ice cream
and have him gently
wipe my grubby hands

I would have liked to have
fond memories
of wonderful times
spent with him

I would have liked
to tell him I loved him
but to me he was a stranger
brooding, dark, fearful
Not knowing
what would annoy him
I stayed out of his way

I would have liked to be
a pampered Daddy’s girl
But I never really knew
my father while he lived
and death
was just another way
of losing him

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Take A Step Back


Your silence shreds my nerves
I see our relationship scattering
like the confetti
they threw at our wedding
My confidence disintegrates
the way the fireworks
you surprised me with
faded after lighting up the sky
My anger is insignificant
my tears are irrelevant
Our strained bond a black hole
that threatens to swallow me

Perhaps I should step back
put some distance between us
Then we will know
if the chasm can be bridged

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