by James Hall

Created on: November 19, 2010

Lament, for leaving behind

The bar once heaved, breathing

friends in every corner

rare passing, faint traces

experiences linked in warmth,

yet it is shadows, all you leave me today

square one, sniggers

fighting hard not to concede

you all move forwards, miles apart

as I walk home cold

in stationary wait

so answer me, this I ask, loudly with siren blare

shock me from a bedroom slumber

take my hand and show me

how to put to rest

dreams,

of refusing to let it all slip away?

Growing up is the devil’s work

for God knows it’s hard,

to let go

hear memories sigh, weaken my knees like

old age striking

at the fabric of every image

all the travel, all the colours

what a whirling past

without visible love

something to hold

I cannot go on

those moments, we gave them all we had,

for the sake of whatever came along, we gave it everything

never will I fear sharing

I do miss you

place your faith in me

for I will not call you childish

if you wish to keep believing

in something

such a pledge breaks apart

all that fear, shuddering

in days laid out, plain

these words snap with violence

more, more to give

swear silently

crunch gravel with new steps

I am ready, to move on

with you

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