I’m Still in Love with You

Is there any sentence that will make you stop, think, remember and consider more than, “I’m still in love with you”?

Memories will flood, tender touches, smiles, longing and belonging, hot passion, the smell of their skin, the sound of their voice, how they take their tea, will all be remembered, and missed.

The song you had forgotten about, will suddenly be in your head, and not leave for days,

An urge to open boxes and look for photos will over power, and smiles will spread, tears will be shed, and in your mind “what if” asked…

If you can look at what you have, with years gone by, and your scars healed hard, then lucky you are,

But for many those promises made were then broken, tears of joy turn bitter, tears of desertion,

Years have been spent recovering, licking wounds, and becoming strong,

All undone by a simple sentence, “I’m still in love you with you”.

Murder of Crows

I have just run through a murder of crows. As I ran through them in my mind I begged them to attack me with their sharp black beaks. My logic for this was based on the hope of two possible outcomes, a) their attack would be so severe that I would have to stop running  and lay down, or b) that in terror I would run away faster, and my run would end sooner.

I normally enjoy running, but after last night's 6 Vespa Martini’s, today’s run feels like a barefoot run across broken glass and hot coals, all with the taste of stale vermouth at the back of my throat.

When it became clear the crows had no intention of murder (trade’s description act), I focused my mind on the bacon roll that awaited me at home, not so much carrot and stick, more lard and stick, heavy on the lard.

I promise to run further tomorrow, and have shredded wheat…..deep fried.