Pleased to be

 

Soft, fat rays of winter sun on warm slow mornings,

Cheerful, aching heads and empties rolling

Sleep crumpled, camouflaged behind the cushions,

Rueful grins, embarrassed eyes, accidental passions

 

And all I do is hurt you; all I’ll do is hurt you

 

Time runs treacle-slow, the seasons turn outside your window.

Marking time with scratching pens, just ticking over.

Thrilling tales in flickering light, memory fades into soft-focus.

Truthful words, forgotten worlds and lost belonging

 

If all I do is hurt you...

 

If all I do is hurt you,

For all I’ve ever learned

I swear one day I’ll heal you.