A Girlfriend With Trend

I am held in suspension

And without any pretention

I will steer in your direction

Not to sway another’s' way.

Will you come out to play,

It will be a brighter day

As I am now not insane

And like honour in I name. 

I was not myself

Suffering ill-health,

I’m sorry we split

With me getting sick.

I have patiently waited

And am now sedated.

© Andrew Stevenson 30/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

A past poem about Clare, that I didn't post.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.