Open In Case Of H Emergency - April 2012 I think

I found this letter today, stuffed away in my pen pot. Written to ward off those moments of regret.....

"It had been a beautiful day, sweet reunion, walks across the cold Chase. 
We had settled down listening to The Magic Numbers, 
I thought life was perfect, my head on your lap, you in one of your jumpers. 
Then you broke my heart again. 
In those early days it hurt a lot, but I would get used to it, it would happen so many times. 
I still feel it now, whenever I hear the Magic Numbers I think of that day. 
And the many days in between. 
The pain, the tears that well in my eyes, 
the chickens we'll never have, the amazing memories now bottled for ever. 
The canvas. 
You when you're drunk. 
Yes, that drunk. 
The pain and the bad memories should easily outweigh everything else. 
If only you could be how I wanted you to be, 
but you're not and I don't love you,
only I still love that image of how I wanted you to be
and that image is wrapped up in you. 
But that will never work and round we go again."

Weston Super Mare

I am Weston Super Mare
An ironic thought, an analogy?
I walked the empty streets
The windswept beach, the empty pier
The boarded up shops, the asbo filled town centre
The token drunk, the police car
The arrested youth. Trouble.
The new hope stands next to faded grandeur
The empty restaurant
A glass of wine
Another. Break another rule.
Hello. Welcome back oblivion.
I've missed you.
I've kissed you
I've tasted you. Your skin on my lips.
Your blood, my blood, my sin
I'm back. I've gone.
When did we begin?
The wind blows in from the sea
The leaves dance, the flag marks the direction
And again it's there
Hiding in the shadows
Waiting
We all know it's there now
We wait it out
If we say its name it loses it's power
We have to believe that it's true
That this faded jewel
This analogy of my life
Has a hope in hell of beginning anew.