Could it have been better?
That you came when you said you would.
That you carried your baggage through my door
In an endless steam of suitcases
Trauma one – trauma 2.
Should I have expected any different
When you settled into my lounge
Put your feet on my coffee table
Stretched out and asked for a cup of tea?
You said it was a temporary thing
That you needed a place to gather yourself
But you are still here a hundred years later.
I lay awake at night wondering what will become of you.
Are you forever to stay childlike?
Playing the emotional card
Your answer to every situation
When stress rears its ugly head
And I watch you retreat into suitcase twelve
The one you never open in public
But rather guard its presence
Preferring to open it a fraction when
Withdrawal is your favoured strategy
And silence your trump card.
Your limpet existence is dragging me
Slowly into an abyss of my own
I now know there is no tomorrow
Just another same shit different day.