Vacancies

Well, you never asked me

so I never said.

Though I tattooed the answer

so I wouldn’t forget.

Oh, there’s much I can offer

if you’d open your eyes.

The night is young but life is short

so come inside.

On a council bench

on the Park Estate

I have carved our names

with a carpetblade.

“They came here often

and they loved it so...”

The view is bleak so what’s to love

we’ll never know.

Well, phone me

if you feel the need.

My days are vacancies

my heart, it tends to bleed.

But I know a place

where they’re kinder to our kind.

Tonight, it rains a sorry drum.

Come inside.

If love would be so blind

the rest of us might blossom.