Homage to M, wherever you may find yourself in the world

You know who you

are

and you know what you

did.

How was that

going to

play out

in real life?

Or was that

actually, exactly

what it was?

Play.

A fun toy

to be discarded,

after a

single use.

You know who you

were

and you know what

you did.

Flat-packed roses.

The most beautiful

I’d ever seen.

Surely good can come

from bad?

Unlikely.

You know who you were

and I know what you

did.

Have I mentioned

shame?

And how it swallowed

me whole.

I really did

admire your

clever, fun

and beautiful

wife.

I know who you were

and i know what

I

did.

And I can never

go back there

to

fix

what I

broke.

~Lu