Clare
did you stare in disbelief
At
my insane self-harming grief,
And
were you at your wit’s-end
With
being my loving Girlfriend.
Psychotically
tormented by my health –
And
you were a lover in some stealth
As
I was a revelation of segregation
Away
from your Mother’s attention.
Arrest
me and lock me up in your safe company
And
with supervision I will abide to us as a we
For
a duration of some elevation to a delegation
Of
family approval rather than sad separation.
©
Andrew Stevenson 22/06/2017
An edited piece.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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