Powder burns
You cried
,thumble’d for small change
to get the return bus from where wed been
where we were unable to venture any further.
No one likes going back
We march
We march
forever forward
You thumbled for small change
To get the return bus from where wed been
It was raining or were you crying or both
The bus was late
It felt for an age
For an age it felt
The guilt ,the pain of the moment
So much like an explosion
The young heart felt
So close to the edge
The old heart barely remembers
Distant and forgetful
The day has disappeared into a grey fog
Yet her smile her kiss
Live forever pride of place on the emotional mantelpiece
No frame necessary.
The explosion
That almost took me
left
No scars
Only powder burns