Gunner is at it again.

Gunner is at it again.

It’s a hard life.

The hob has still not been cleaned…

Some people would rather

Turn away

Than witness hardship

At first or even second hand

Writing reminder notes

In tablets

About events which are to come

Registering an interest

In humour

In memes of kittens

Or dogs who fall off logs

But wrinkle a nose

At expressed feeling

Step back from

Unstaunched tears

Struggle with

An explosion of emotion

Are uncomfortable with grief

It is such an unconscionable

Belief

Surely it is better

To simply walk way

Pretend not to see

Abject sadness

Or witness any pain

Than to be left standing

Not knowing what to do

Turning deaf ears

Wringing dirty hands

Twisting and gurning

Shuffling on the spot

Digging their own hole

Deeper

Wanting to disappear

For fear they may

Die of embarrassment

Before grief has left

The building

The world still intact

Gosh knows

How they would react

If for pity’s sake

The worst

Should ever happen

In their own backyard

What if, when grief

Comes their way

As it is bound to do

One day

There is no one there

To listen

No one left to care