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!