Come and see me by the sea,
I’ve been a little alone since I
– left. I know that I left a world
of people of streets, of parks
and empty houses – I know
to say there’s a trail of hearts
and homes without myself
empty and derelict, would be
a little conceited, to say the least
but I know I have left some alone
I left streets which cracked and dirtied
homes where abuse grew and flowered
I left myself, the victim – in a four bed
near the bank. The sea has healed
and to see a boat on every street
is to be proud – I am not dead, not yet
so celebrate and see me, I’m underground
but not so nearly as buried
as I have been, back at home


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