He gets up after falling

Limping, his legs bruised

Hobbles, hurt, and hindered on his path


Sitting, sore, surrendered

Knowing no-one cares

Illness with no treatment – he’s aghast


Yet his love she dearly valued

But the other side of him

Is bruising – all that’s left with her – so raw!


He un-wraps the box she gave at Christmas

It is empty – his face angry – snide

Any happiness runs quickly out the door


After years she comes to meet him

‘Welcome, please come in’

But knowledge cannot save him from his dearth


His illness – it is terminal

But it’s his grief that strickens him

If you catch the fish the rod will reel him in


a piece from Catch and Release, published on MTS first!

Published by Owen Tilley