I will talk about shock and anger and point my finger at you until it breaks. I will talk about pulling socks up, getting on with it, try trying harder. I will talk about distance, unmade phone calls, could’ve tried harder. I will talk about statistics, inevitabilities, didn’t stand a chance. I will talk about wooden beams, tied knots, got to think kinder. I will talk about your record collection, your fluorescent running jacket, the skin on your shoulders. I will talk about souls and selflessness and carrying you in my fingertips.

© Carl Burkitt 2022