Learning to live alone

It has been so now

For two and a half years

For me,

And yet

It only just dawns upon me

That I do.

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I can do all the things –

I only struggle to want…

Them to do.

I keep busy, away from home

When I can;

But home needs to be,

Needs to be kept,

Cared for,

Guarded.

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This weekend began with a poem,

Began with a nice line.

I’ve been no further than the shop,

And I got caught by the new neighbour

Who will make trouble for me,

But,

Who smiled

As we conversed

Between attic and ground.

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I made a cake and a giant mince pie

With 2017 homemade mincemeat.

Yes,

It is

A little bitter.

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Tomorrow we will meet in the woods,

And there might be some small jobs.

We cannot plant trees,

Because trees already grow.

And the woods are only small,

But we will meet,

And I will take the cake.

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I must talk to everyone

But let none be special.

Keep your hands off my heart.

I would give it you in a trice,

But you must not take it.

You must make do

With a little cake

Or some nonsense words.

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And know that I give them freely

To all that pass

And you

Are none special

To me,

Even if I love you,

And I

Should not be trusted.