21 years down the tracks
will I still be here
and you there,
with your deep,
ocean deep thoughts.
Caught in a shallow frying
pan.
Slowly cooking.
I said slowly cooking,
they’re slowly cooking.
I think,
and it’s only a thought,
that you left it on
too high,
far too high.
Oh yes.
A bit well done,
I burnt my fingers.
I see you burnt your heart.
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ReplyDeleteThis was written many years ago- so is it strange that I still remember precisely how I felt at the time of writing? I did wonder if I was going slightly mad but somehow it all seemed to make perfect sense.
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