Car Parks

There was red and blue,

in the air,

sirens singing,

as I stared up at you,

like you were an old friend,

an old memory,

a stabilising slap to the face,

among the chaotic commuters,

questioning officers,

about how they should get home,

and what they should do.

I had been worrying

about a press release,

getting to the cinema on time,

paying the council tax,

but then,

there you were,

staring down at me,

caught on the edge of the worst of life.

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Caught at the edge of today,

crawling across the concrete of the car park,

your weary arms are waiting,

done with holding you up,

for all the world to see,

saying

I still want to stay”

I watch them cling to the concrete,

whispering

But I don’t know if I can”

and I wish,

so hard,

that I could change your mind,

even though I don’t know you like that,

or, at all,

actually.

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I saw you live,

though,

led back from the edge of goodbye,

into the horizon,

towards help and hope,

as I,

and all the chaotic commuters cleared the road,

going back to little problems,

like press releases,

cinema dates,

council tax,

so we didn’t have to think of giant concrete car parks,

and their habit of stealing people,

to take them to the sky.



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