There will always be hearts

There will always be hearts

Some to be lifted

Others to be broken

So many lived their lives

Swept along by the day

Moving more or less in parallel

Sometimes gathering

In the lea of a storm

Thankful to be found

Whereupon they wed

And took to bed

Had children by the score

Or maybe more

Happy enough to buy a semi

In the Mole Valley

Commute into the city

Make a fortune in ‘futures’

Until it came time to cash in.

He lost his way

On the underground

And travelled around in circles

His heart barely made it

Through the crash

Breaking in two

When poverty knocked on the door

He joined a queue of undesirables

Waiting for redemption.

She lost him years before

When the heat went out of the kiss

Urgency cut everything short

And he stopped listening

To what was never said.

The mistake she made

Was to think it would get better

Until she wrote it all down

In a letter

And left it on the kitchen table

But took the children

Two by two

Carried as much as she was able

And boarded a cut price

Moonlight flight,

Pitching up down under

Eventually.

Better to start over

As a wild rover

Than be heartbroken

In Dorking

Twenty-eight miles from the sea.