Pet's Corner

Two crosses standing together.
Bamboo sticks secured with white.
Small bodies in small boxes
Lying,
Still loved, but not loving.

Still remember you -
Lively (still, lifeless),
Warm (cold, so cold),
Mine (always).

Happy memories -
Confidence you gave me
Remains.
Always loved you,
Always will.
But never again.
No more pain,
Not in that way.
Part of my heart
Underground.

Two wooden crosses -
Unfortunate.

How are you supposed to tell?

Everyone says
You just know.
Thanks, that's so helpful.
Not.

There's so many stories.
People just assume
Everyone knows.
But they don't.

I don't.

If I did,
I'd know what to do next.

Listen

It's not easy, wearing these.
You like loud music, large crowds.
I'd rather talk one-to-one.
So I stay on the outside.
That way, fewer people see me stumble.
I smile and nod,
And hope no more is required.
I really do try my best.
You could too.

Speak a little clearer please, I think.
Surely that's common sense.

Obviously not.

Maybe I should point it out.
But you would take that as being rude.

I don't hear something you say.
Pardon?
Never mind. It doesn't matter.
Yes.
It does.
You don't have to push me further away.
You could try.


I can hear you perfectly.

Education of Lies

They say it'll be different.
You've worked for eleven years,
Got your certificate so
After the summer
We'll treat you differently.

You're grown up now.

They lie.

It's just another two years
Of the same old stuff.
More work,
More pressure,
Formulae to learn,
Subjects to study,
Essays to writes,
Rules to conform to,
Classes, exams,
Another certificate.

And then it changes.