I have no words,
No rhymes,
No music.
But a tear, a sorrow, a regret.
Old memories
and some pictures perfect.
I have no emotions that are ‘on sale’,
They stay.
But just a song, an ivy,
And a tower called ‘Malory’.
Some rainbow coloured bands
and a few promises.
I have with me
A broken friendship
…and a broken mug!
