the keys blur
my words slur
as I apologise
for what I didn’t…

so sorry
I didn’t love you
any more

so sorry
I didn’t say no
loud enough

so sorry
I didn’t pretend
I was okay

I take another drink
as I try to think
of the better times
when I did…

did matter
did count
did hold your attention

I don’t mourn the loss
it was never gold, just dross
next time I want the dream
beefcake with a little cream