Bethany

Your kisses leave me, shivering on the train, tongues beset by family, your walled off news, runs dread across my face, more Gospel than the Blues, I know I believe, but a growing grain, burrows deep inside me, who turns the screw, at these hospital gates, when you face the truth, a swollen handkerchief, an unborn fate, one star across the sea, I sometimes think how cruel, life can be, but before darkness looms, I’ve regained my dreams