What have you done with the daylight? What have you done with all you’d waited for, so patiently those long days of nothing those long days of stumbling lost between the armchair and the fridge What have you done with the daylight?
What have you done with the daylight? Since it came to you completely painted so beautifully smiling down and sunny licking the edges of your everything a warmth you’d doubted could be possible What have you done with the daylight?
What have you done with the daylight? Did you let it bless the hours you were woken did you pull it close to you and give thanks for every moment not still scraping through the blackness that you thought was never ending What have you done with the daylight?
What have you done with the daylight? Did you take its hand in yours put a ring upon its finger did you skip town and start a family and make a pact to cherish always the brightness of that feeling What have you done with the daylight?
Decorated lives shuffling onwards towards inevitable darkness we cloak ourselves in the hood of love cover the cage deny the sky above the truth is sadness
Tiny movements helpless gestures elliptical orbits around the heart of happiness an argument with a river convinced of our control tilting the rudder towards hope the truth is sadness
Fold the patterned sheet around your sleeping child know they’ll close the carved casket someday around yours all you’ve seen or done or sung is gone the truth is sadness
Zoom out, zoom out and it’s clear every story is a tragedy what came of your argument with the river did you learn to love that strange beauty the truth has always been impermanence ephemeral experience an end to all things the truth is sadness…
Friday night, we walked along the beach talking over a static sea through all we wearily witnessed this year still we speak in riddles the way men often do it only gets harder as you get older weighed down by expectation You didn’t turn to face me kept your eyes fixed on the horizon said ‘she’s pregnant’ with a pregnant smile
Black boots kicking stones across wet sand
choking out my congratulations
the selfish gene loudly screaming
‘another friend gone’
and all the drinks we shared, all that crazed fun
the possibility of our youth
all the talk for very different futures
slowly chipped away or in fruition
slowly eroded or made good somehow
Friday night we walked along the beach
as you drifted a little further from me
I wore my catastrophic guilt
all the way to my quiet home
Friday night, we walked along the beach for the last time in a long time drinking cans and cracking jokes
Sunday night, we passed upon the high street
you leant in close and stammered
‘she’s no longer pregnant’
and we wept in each other’s arms…
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