Pain will go on

Pain will go on

It is part of the process

Of being.

To know love

Is to remember how it feels

To be alone in the world

Without a key to a door

Leading from one side

To the other

Where love

Is more than a daydream,

When I did buy those

Black dress shoes

And we danced

Under moonlight

On a makeshift stage

Where the Daisies grew

What ever happened to

The Wisteria

It never seemed to bloom

Until you mentioned it

Much like the view

From Parliament Hill fields

It remains hidden

Until you arrive

We sit together

As lovers do

The City spread out below

A narrative cliche

But no less true

I would always choose

To be anywhere with you

Than to be stuck

In the middle of something

In need of attention

When the deficit

Is always going to lack

An essential ingredient

There is no bouncing back

From this

There is no elasticity

In a heart string

Once it is over-stretched

It snaps

The strain grows

Until another one goes

There is no release

In tension

It is parasitic

And preys on fear

Life is not a romcom

Eventually we remember tears

Which were always there

Waiting to fall

Salt-stained blue

It is what they do.