365 Poems – 165 Removal (Rough First Draft)
It’s like I’m talking under glass.
I’ve learnt the true meaning
We’ve gathered together every silence,
and sat with them for months.
If I could, I would swallow your hostility
like whisky, and smile.
I would persevere in gripping
onto you, believing we could
be a high powered possibility.
But I’m in a wiser mood today.
I discover there has been a ghost
following me all morning. I know her.
Carefully, I remove myself from your life.