runaways

they being the lecturing

un kind

were keen to promote

the ideas

that all actions

had consequences

but had missed

the truth of it

we were runaways

& could do that

again

at the drop of a hat

we had the experience

get up & go

most anytime

the heat

came down

who?

had I become

shrouded in memories

haunted by the you’s

of sordid histories

chances taken

squandered

openings disregarded

wilfully missed

to sit here alone

in an old coat

pockets with holes

bare table but for a bottle

sipping on something

to make that last

knowing nothing

ever does

but the eternal of

why?

what?

when?

joined now by

whatever