As these things do unfold

There'll come a day
When you will say -
"I've met the Woman of My Dreams"

A smile will lie
This soul will sigh -
"I've lost the Man of Mine"

Another Boxing Day

One more year has passed
With him insubstantial,
Buried under now sixteen anniversaries of resignation,
And the mantra Allah Has A Plan
And there's a damn good reason why
I was given six nothing years
To know of the man

Who I see everyday
In my eyes
My nose of too much character
My dented chin.

One more year has passed,
With him substantial,
Buried under now sixteen anniversaries of definition,
And the slow steady work of
Walking through smoke of when
I was given six nebulous years
To know of the man

More with death than with life
And the spaces between
Who left me with Ludlum's,
And a Bob Marley tie.

still

despite
the
promise

time did
not keep its'.

sibilant
sand
hours
eroded
nothing from
the written

and everything
that came before.

as was.

until
you tell
me

this hope
festers

and will scar.

these paper shoulders

these
paper
shoulders

crease
crumple
pucker
powder

from
catching
the
tears
of
the
world.

yours are made
of
stronger stuff.

Fighting Fate

I
wait
for
God
to change
His
Mind.