Cruelty and Honesty, Part 2 of 3

Now, I’m starting to think you must be dead
That’s the only
Explanation
I can think of.

But I see your name
From time to time,
Right before it
Punches me in the throat.

Sometimes, I hear it too,
But that’s probably because
I’ve said it.

But seeing your name
And hearing your name
Are different.
And it’s important to know the differences between things.
Like being alive and dead.

I see ‘alive’ people in the street,
I go for an ‘alive’ drink
With my ‘alive’ friends where we
Talk shit about our ‘alive’ lives,
And how ‘alive’ we weren’t when we
Were watering our lives into
Pint glasses last night.

I don’t see you ‘alive’,
So you must’ve died.
Probably pretty slowly too. Dead.

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About DickensianJack

Born in Wolverhampton in November '93, moved to Huddersfield in September 2012. Studying at the University of Huddersfield. In love with the town - simple as that. As for the blog itself, I've been doing bits and pieces of writing (with varying quality) for a few years. A friend suggested I start a blog to share my work. Most of the stuff on here is poems, but there's other work interspersed on the page. Feel free to leave any comments on my work. Twitter: @DickensianJack (Jack Dickens) Facebook: www.facebook.com/dickensianjack Cheers, enjoy.
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