WHAT SHE REMEMBERS

WHAT SHE REMEMBERS

And she remembers them meeting

and watching him eating

and she remembers them dancing

and leaning against him

and feeling him harden.

She went to the ladies, dragging him in.

And she remembers them standing

on the edge of the cliff

and the wind was so strong

and the ground so distant

and he joked not to worry – he was insured

and she had her arm round him – and she gave it a thought.

But she can’t remember which she prefers

and she can’t remember which is worse

the times they argued all night through

or these times now when they barely curse.

Michael Stewart

www.michael-stewart.org.uk

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About headspam

I'm a writer from Salford, now based in Bradford. I've written for theatre, radio and TV. And the following books: King Crow (novel: Bluemoose Books); Couples (poetry: Valley Press); Cafe Assassin (novel: Bluemoose Books); Mr Jolly (short stories: Valley Press) Author page: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Stewart/e/B007N2ZOQS/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_3?qid=1461838889&sr=8-3
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