smiles ande winks
I was only popping down for a quick pint,
Scabbing from a workmate.
But as I entered the smoke filled pub,
I was spotted…
‘dannyboy!!get over here!’
Spotted.
By a gang of close mates.
Smiles and winks, hugs and handshakes..
As my presence registers amongst friendly faces full of warmth…
They all become one…
Pull me into their circle of love..
The drinks keep coming,
Not out of my empty pockets..
They all feel my story…
Advice is offered..
But they know me too well to expect me to listen…
So more drinks appear,
Together with rugged caressing from warriors with big hearts…
‘you’re a good looking guy, just look in the mirror’
‘let me give you a kiss!’
‘you are mad clever, full of passion…
More perfect than most, mate..’
That may be so…
But their efforts mean little.
Other than ‘they care’.
A bottle of rum appears..
‘hit me’ I slur.
From Dutch nectar to Caribbean darkness…
The pain lessens,
As the drink lines my throat…
But then that damn song…
Mr fucking brightside…
Takes me straight back to Her..
The words, the chorus…
They poke at my heart…
My drinking buddies love the song..
I cover my ears but they shout the words into my flesh and bone…
They are happy, jolly, wonderfully drunk..
But I’m going under…
Back into the abyss…
Such intolerable pain..
Nowhere to hide.
From myself
‘cheer up mate, it might never happen’
Too late.
It already has…
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