Okay, so its only Wednesday - and therefore there
shouldn’t be any confusion o’ this weekend’s slew
about t’ intrude, inhibiting things you’d want to do,
duly hidden amidst th’ Easter break. So maybe th’
events of yesterday finally come home t’ roost - &
in a manner o’ speaking, ring the ‘bells of change’
you know you’ll truely welcome; been an arduous,
and long journey just to get to here, which isn’t th’
place where you’d be alone. No need for debate -
you couldn’t have stomached it f’ so long anyway;
then there’s th’ without-reservation-idea someone
actually cares enough t’ agree t’ being in th’ same
fold - even though yesterday’s events make sense
as incrementally increased responsibility. But then
being in love isn’t drek of it having th’ same effect
© 28 March 2018, I. D. Carswell
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