He’ll Soon be Back
I’m sick of it now
Thoroughly – heartily - sick of it
Sick of seeing your eyes brim your face crumple and your pain trudging up the path
Sick of those two blue cases being stuffed and carted away
Sick of trying not to imagine it weeks ahead
Sick of the foreboding intimacy the night before
Sick of this overpowering
socked in the guts
will I ever breathe normally again listlessness
sick of the
He’ll be back soon
It’ll fly
At least you’ve got him
And all the other cricket bat cliches
Slogging my sadness to the far horizons
But most of all
I’m sick of writing it down
