Summer friends now fall away with autumn leaves
Yet I, the last man standing,
will stay faithful to our covenant of kinder days.
I still see the warm smiles of summer eyes
The light is fading on this life
only a flicker now remains
Instinct tries to stoke the fire
but reason wants to damp the flames
Our motives may not be religious,
yet still we make our pilgrimages
And following a sat-nav star,
we pack like sardines in the car
Once again, we resume our role in the theatre
of stoic, vapid conversation and waterless tears
A polite dance around anything of substance or emotion
The thin wage packet at the end of the month,
Did I hold you a little too close? Kiss you a little too tenderly?
You looked at me bemused and inquisitive, then smiled confidently.
I had blown my cover. Shown my hand,
and lost you in a moment of unguarded sincerity.