even after a full week as your old self
– or a wiser and happier new self –
just an overheard mention of her name
emptied your heart?
[Then you’re getting…]
Do you wonder
if it’s just you, or if everyone
– or at least everyone who lets themself –
when someone who hasn’t heard asks, “Are you ok?”,
that screams and sobs inside?
[…the hang of this…]
Will you ever,
maybe fulfilling, loved, contented years on
– or after half an unknowingly make-do life –
have an old, old friend, over a quiet drink, recall
some golden, dead dream?
[…Blackthorn Winter thing.]