
sitting here enjoying my grief
not even Stevie Nicks could find it.
what she had, what she lost
that pure love is a sharp pain
the closest you can get is
graveside, ringside, that day
we had topside and your
hand, in mine, already frail.
I should have never let you go
but when Stevie sings; I knew it all.
stubborn like my father.
I could beat the world
I took all the blows.
I’m not hurt, I’m not hurt,
but mama I ain’t coming home.
roadside, daring cars to hit me
they don’t get me, visions wrapped
and lonely crashing.
the memory of
you holding me
in your arms
my only shelter from the wolves.
home alone with my regrets
and the soundtrack of us both.
and the beat just a sign
that she’s about to scar me
with her truth;
another girl
who deserved more
than the ones she
loved could give her.
Simon Alderwick is a poet and songwriter from the UK. His work is featured or forthcoming in Whatever Keeps The Light On, Re-side and the Squiffy Gnu anthology, among others. Follow him on Twitter @SimonAlderwick.