There are still, somewhere, the photographs-
bleeding in silence in taxi cabs,
stuck on the back of a bedroom door
in some unusual corridor.
Scratching my name on the evening star,
watching you in the back seat of your car
we were not meant to live so long
Toys, by the hundred, in plastic bags-
broken, forgotten and tied in rags,
tied out to dry on the washing line,
left out in winter and tied in lime,
forgotten for years, and decayed away,
stored in your drawers for another day
we were not meant to live so long
Pretty and little and wonderful
Hovering round me, invisible,
lights on the stairways and balcony,
a little incandescent memory
we were not meant to live so long
credits
from Sampler (FREE!),
released December 1, 2008
Everything by Nick Gill