
Don’t begrudge those who took
the wrong ones off your hands,
they did you a favour without
you even having to ask,
they knew what you needed
before you knew it yourself,
and they gave it to you.

I remember it so clearly,
up on that bridge,
the fragile December night,
running for a train
I was never going to catch,
and then
a tearing-
a coming asunder-
the fragments of something
I dearly wanted shattered on the floor,
dark liquid pooling.