Dear day,
Hello.
You’re unexpectedly, abruptly below
The up to here line
The fine line
the finish line
And in this melancholy, not so much, almost there moment we’ll have to go
with foolish hearts and shaky hands
and tempting thoughts that reprimand
On
And on.
Dear day, I thought you’d know
That you would come and you would take
A pinch of this, a lump of that
A gist of all the ‘well in fact’
and leave behind the secrets that whisper on the wind
and mock us for the foolish fools and players we have been
Dear day
I bid adieu
Tomorrow is another you
And though I can’t say it has been swell
You’re a story nonetheless to tell
29/12/14