Shaking woke me up
Not from drink
Pills to shore me up
Sit on the edge of our bed
Hold .
Sit and know
Tiredness in all pores
Worry about being up to scratch
Count the stars
The flowers in the field
Stars long dead, petals washed by wind and rain
Who is your brother now?
Share wealth hope happiness
Age washes up on the beach
Strange things dredged from our past
Leave them on strange beaches
Don't drag them from shores
Washed by tides and memories
You cant change them
Time changes them
Washes them into caves.
Drags them out to the currents of thoughts
Patterns in your past.