You would have had something to say
About the headlines
Something bitter and true
And hopeless
Just like all of us
You would have had something to say
About the weather
Something suitable and wry
And harmless
Just like all of us
You would have done something about dinner
Something meticulous but simple
Something with coconut scrapings
And not too much salt
And then you’d have opened a pack of crisps
And sat with an unobtrusive glass perched beside
Unobtrusive you.
(PS: I wrote this on my stepfather's first death anniversary)
(PS: I wrote this on my stepfather's first death anniversary)
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