Kieran Davis

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Once Upon A Time

The world is a less exciting place

to live in now you’re gone,

I wish we had reconnected,

but I neglected you,

you, who was once my night and day.

Selected memories, poignant,

and pointedly shelved

until after the funeral,

delved into once more,

in search of ancient laughter,

and hints you believed in the fairy-tale,

despite no ‘happy ever after’.

The world is a less amusing place

to live in now you’re gone,

I wish we had reconnected,

but I neglected you,

you, who was once my hero of comedy,

the jokes, for me,

now seem in bad taste.

The waste of a life cut too short

has taught me a thought

that should not go unheard,

could be preserved in the written word,

and I keep everything,

as you told me to, for you sold me the glue

that keeps the pages of my life bound,

and the sound of funny in my tummy,

my inheritance,

other than your impertinence,

is the legacy of your laughter,

and the faith in fairy-tales – hope

in ‘happy ever after’.

Pretending

I am the smoke and rain,

made mortal, flesh

and whispers – breathed

into existence.

I am ephemeral,

the ghost of a kiss,

someone you lost

a life-time ago.

I am forgotten, all the thoughts

you should have written down,

all the promises you made

when pretending.

I am the smoke and rain,

the private joke, made public,

a subject for the fain.

I saw the sex of subjugation,

the personification of pain,

I have become what we became,

I am the smoke and rain.

I am the smoke and rain.