I left flowers on the ground for you today
burnt the house down.
When I have stopped loving you
Will you come back to me?
The tormenter sits aside my shoulder
Selling his misery by the pound,
I can feel his growing ever strong
nailing me to my fixed conclusions.
I left a wreath by the wayside
not to honour this place of your termination
Merely a simple throw away
That the bin men refused to take …
Poppy July 2013 ~xx~