The girls in summer dresses
Are strolling in the streets
The man you ask the questions
Hands out answers just like sweets

But he answers you in riddles
That don’t make any sense
And the girls all merge together
In colours so intense

You see her standing talking
You’ve waited seven thousand days
You call her name out wrongly
When she turns it’s not her face

You know it’s her striped jacket
You admired it for years
She looks at you and walks away
But the stripes have disappeared

Your friend who stands beside you
He is dating your lost child
He tells you it’s quite normal
To have your memories defiled

The house you live in isn’t yours
You don’t know the address
When your lover comes to breakfast
She can’t ignore the mess

There’s a lady showing people round
They don’t even see you there
They say that they are moving in
But you can live beneath the stairs

Your friends and lovers talk to you
You can’t understand a word
You tell them that it’s all a dream
They think you’re old and quite absurd


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5 Responses to Gelastic

  1. Francina says:

    Wonderful poem and a very fine write! I much enjoyed the read.

    Ciao, Francina


  2. Christina ~ says:

    I’ve nominated you for the One Lovely Blogger Award ~ ~ Blessings! ~


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