Give me this, I’m taking that your shrill call cuts
The air sliced into rough edges
Hewn jaggedly from unexpected demands
On time, people, life, AIR!
You split things up to gain your way
Crying tears that utter apology but are bitter
At being caught out and not winning the battle
That was in the bag , wasn’t it?
Nobody cleverer you utter
A vain tattoo beating on the wind
As backs turn and the lock clangs
Heart door swinging shut for the last time
Leaving you in the cold night
Ailsa
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