Broken Things

We have journeyed many years
Swum through laughter and through tears
It has taken many an ended row
To be where we are now.

Even now that we've come to this place
The light of love still graces your face
In the wrinkled shadows your eyes
still shine a bit -
Your left eye laughs and your right eye cries.

Something dripping catches my ear
It may be the tap and it ay be a tear
hitting the carpet.
But we're a happy couple with a house, a dog, a Rover
so I keep reading
the fucking newspaper
Warm and safe in the comfort of the sofa.

We have come a long way together
and it's not enough
I think, as we sit opposite each other
and chew.
We have seen long sumer days
or at least
between rainstorms
Through the quiet English haze
we have glimpsed them.

We have come to that point, we say
with affection
Where we can sit together all day
in silence
but not boredom
Because we know each other so well
and feel
so comfortable
That there is no such thing as a dry spell
in th lush garden
of our love.

I sit and sip and feel the caffeine
after dinner
As you clear and wash up and tidy and clean
gracefully
like it's no chore.
There's a smell from the kitchen of something sad
so I light a fag
and inhale
And think of all the good times we have had.
I chuckle
as I look from the television
to the garden
complete with shed and lawnmower.


...and I hear something drip again.




Du nouveau en Anglais et bientot du nouveau en Francais!
(j'entends deja les hourras...)
Je sais, vous n'osiez plus l'esperer...