dec 25th, a dangerous christmas
entrapped, and in panic
unexpected from overlooking the quay
and faded one fullerton in bright sunlight
looming ominous clouds.
dec 29th was a confession of pain.
touched, and of deep thinking.
sneaky detours, that met again.
that stretched over the new year
till the sun shone again on jan 3rd
where the scene was enacted on quiet sands
and endless roaming of thrills
skyrides and subways, we travelled thru all
over the span of bridging links
into the young pulse of the night
getting high on baileys.
jan 7th, tea party was unforgettable
yet regrettably short.
memorable ambience, and food, and company.
jan 10th, auditioning that had distractions.
and the net closes in, with increasing ferocity.
jan 12th was of lounging ard, enjoying The Big Bird
and a clash that fizzled out in gratitude.
and then the bomb dropped,
with much pain, on the 14th.
how cruel can things get?
this redefines everything ive known to be torment.