Thank you so much to everyone at the M.O.D and the RAF and to all who have kindly supported my writing.

Poetry

Your voice

Before I see you, your voice it grates, and it shatters the night, you sound disturbed and mentally unbalanced, and nothing seems right, and then, I spot you…

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Your perspective

Your perspective on things, is not what it should be, you with your jaded ways, you fail to see clearly through your hurt, and through being so jaded…

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Your mind

Your mind it beguiled me with your wiles, it beguiled me and it mesmerised me, and your language how beautiful it was to me, how beautiful it was,…

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Your humour

Here I am on a coach, to somewhere distant, and here I sit, here I sit with you, and your humour, it has been exhumed, as if from…

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Your fingers

Your fingers in mine, us with marriage in mind, together hand in hand, our fingers intertwined, looking at wedding dresses, and you looking so beautiful, and with joyous…

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You

You change so quickly you do, you bend and you sway, and you drop things as soon as they do not suit and you, you drop people too,…

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You with your ways

You with your ways, you with your strange ways, dropping everything, and disappearing for days, leaving your music on in the flat, whilst leaving an old woman crazed,…

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You were unaffected

You were unaffected in the summer sun, you took your shoes off and smoked a cigarette, you dipped your feet in the sea, whilst the work was done,…

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You were there

You were there, in the morning, you were there, as the day was dawning, you were there at night, as I was yawning. You were there when I…

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You were nowhere

You were nowhere, nowhere to be seen, yes, you in your sunglasses, that you normally wear I am sure, yes, you were nowhere to be seen, and you…

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You turn

You turn to me. I turn to you, and for each other there is nothing that we would not do, and you turn to me, and I turn…

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