Vacancy

Phone rings
Automatic voice: “would you like free weekend calls?”

Post comes
Take away menu: “garlic bread or dough balls?”

Text message
“Its time to top-up! From 3”

Inbox pings
“Don’t vote BNP!”

Life passes by
Today is so vague
And uninspiring.

Nothing personal, nothing gained.

But then, just one text bleeps through.
“its me, just to say,

I love you”

The Bluff

You promise to call, but you don't.
You say you'll come round, but you won’t.

It used to really get me down.
But I don’t care
At least I don’t show it- I just clown around, pretending its all ok.

What can I say?

It’s just you, the way you are.
So I accept it, paint a grin on my face and smile like my life depends on it.

The façade is so well worn
That sometimes even I
Forget.

Its what you get
When you pretend to be what you should never have been.

I’ve seen
The future- I know each twist and flow of time.

But will we survive its test?
I can’t tell now, but maybe some day.

Maybe one day.
But I am still here, so what can I say?