‘You would have liked it’
‘You would have liked it’
He said aloud
Into the empty room
The heat of the television
Slowly dissipating
Switched off now
As soft jazz filtered through
From the Bose deck
In the music room
He abhors silence
At dinner,
It rings in his ears
Leaving him dizzy
On the verge of tears
He fears falling
He would never
Touch the sides
He misses love so much
Even though he knows
He was lucky
To have had any at all
Happiness is a rarity
Too much is a sign
Of something wrong
He laughs out loud
At the thought
Of happy clappers
And Hitler’s Nazi
Rappers
A little pragmatism
Is a good thing
In the long run
They were best friends
He and she
It is the little things
He misses
The shared experience
Respecting her opinion
Asking how she felt
In herself,
About the world
It always mattered
How she was
What she thought
Of the big things
Of course there was the kiss
What bliss
But it was her presence
Side by side
In comfortable silence
Her head on his shoulder
Knowing she was there
To turn to
For the little things
The shared experience
He would
Always miss
This…