Second home

I'm sat here by the radio thinking of your dear old Dad 

Those midnight serenades, his grappa grated husk 

You could hear the pain in his smoke filled lungs. 

Perhaps it was the night time shifts as a nurse

or something from his past.

 

a baby in my arms

I never knew I could dance, until I had a baby in my arms

(to be read in a southern accent)

Blockbuster News

My helpless palm and reflexive thumb

I approach news like Blockbuster on a Saturday night

Rub eye, refresh, red eye, refresh

And I'd throw my phone into the sea with ecstasy 

Only to drown trying to find it again

Soup and vodka

...

One month on a diet of soup and vodka later, we met at the bandstand 
She said I looked great, I said lets give it another go, but she told me she was done. 

I said we'd become strangers. She promised me we wouldn't . Promise again I said... 

I wonder if the years have been kind to her.