Suddenly alone
An empty bed
Suddenly a home
Is a prison instead
A shift in perspective
A flash in your head
It was nothing I did
It was nothing I said
Suddenly adrift
On a rolling sea
Suddenly you have
Forgotten me
Clipped my wings
Then set me free
Is this how things
Would always be?
Richmond Road 
Oh my God. I just reread this. Pathetic on various levels.
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LOL I couldn’t help laughing when I saw that you had commented your own post!! I was about to say how much I enjoyed the poem, but I am now afraid you’ll question my judgement 😛
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I’m always questioning your judgement on these matters ….
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I know, Brutus… I know.
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“Clipped my wings then set me free.” Happens to a lot of us, it seems.
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We are playing “Cadavre Exquis” in The Cove, and I thought it might interest you! I wanted to invite you personally to play 🙂 It seems like the kind of challenge you’d enjoy trying out… Let me know!
https://cyranny.wordpress.com/2018/03/10/cadavre-exquis-anyone-take-2/
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I may have missed the boat
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Not at all, dear Brutus 🙂 And I am very glad to count you in!! xx
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ouch did mention of Mum trigger this … I like it, says a lot!
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Kate, my little girl, certainly there were difficult times between your,other and I, and she may have thrown me out on a few occasions
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Bugger … didn’t mean to send that.
It’s true Kate, that thoughts of your mother have rendered me a bit emotional. But I don’t think you are old enough to fully understand the complexities of the relationship. Apart from that mention of the ladies at the tennis club (dalliances, casual diversions … nothing to compare with the spiritual entanglement I experienced with your mother) you will have noticed that she rarely even mentions me. Neither her or myself are capable of putting our intense feelings into words. Perhaps that’s the way it should stay. And perhaps you might understand it when you are a bit older.
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