A phantom cot and phantom toys
To be in a future that never was
Haunted by a parallel past
Where happy families exist.
If you want to know
How I feel
Read my poems.
But don't ask
The world's like a huge tangerine,
The colours I've felt,
The emotions I've seen
All coalesce in a huge shiny ball,
She saw the roses in the room,
Bunches of them, all in full bloom,
It was such a wonderful sight,
A perfect end to a romantic night.
I saw my husband on the stair,
I looked again, he wasn't there,
The step was cold and dark and bare.
I know that they're telling the truth.
My hands- I've lost all my youth
So what do I say
To that question each day?
When they ask you how you are,
The normal response is to imitate a clown,
Cheerful outside, inside full of gloom.
'Very well, thank you'
There's a Paul-shaped hole in the Universe,
Sucking in all positive things.
I am drained of of all happiness.
My feelings no longer soar on wings.