I thought a wall had gone up between us.
But now I realise,
We are just different heights.
You sat there. Me standing here.
Each time I bend down to hug you, the world turns upside down
And my stomach churns.
But there’s nothing I can do about that.
Sentences spoken as if written in circles on the page.
No end. No beginning. Repeated again and again.
Words juggling forever in mid-air.
Thin. Lost. Crumpled.
Drained of colour.
You look like laundry lain across a chair.
But then you come alive.
As if shocked into fight. A last almighty stand
In the face of fate and fading.
I want to punch the air.
With the thrill of it.
I am a child again, on your shoulders.
The two of us unbeatable.
24 January 2018