I am incredibly sad
That’s it
That’s the story
I’m sad
So sad I feel I might cry
In fact I probably will
I think I’ve messed up
But not for me
I think I’ve messed you up
By leaving
Doing the best thing for me
Might just have been the worst for you
I never wanted to hurt you
Never ever
And to think I’ve made you sad
Hurts me more
Than leaving ever did
I spent 48 hrs in a&e
I know the TV program is 24 hrs
I didn’t even expect to be there that long
I didn’t expect to go at all
A Saturday evening trip to out of hours gp
Turned into an immersive summary
Of the state of the once great NHS
I didn’t have a bed
For any of the time I was admitted
The ladies who helped me
When my IV beeping it needed attention
Was keeping me up at night
Wrapped blankets around me as I shivered
Unable to hold my temperature
Were not nurses
The nurses were over run
With too many patients for the amount working
No the ladies of the IV lounge
We’re just further along in their journey than me
They never saw a bed either
48 hrs ahead of me
Discharged like an angel leaving
One at a time
As I’m half conscious, only slightly coherent
As the antibiotics start to kick in
Good bye my love
They finally discharged me
I hope you get out soon
And get well soon
Our eyes make contact
As you glance through the holes in the fence
I see the look in your eye
Before you see me
Who would leave a house like this
To over run like that
Then you catch me
Stood watching
The birds and the bees
As they enjoy the meadow grass garden
I know from the way you look away
You’ve heard it all
Know who lives here
In this house
With the garden returned to the wild
Because I haven’t been seen
Not really witnessed
In these parts
For some years now
Just a rumour
I stopped being scary
Some time ago
As memory fades
The house where the devil lived
Is now a run down cottage
By the water
Fading into fairytale
Over taken by time
I like the drive home
The fast road route
Empty late at night
On my own by the time I finish
Solitary but pretty
Fast
Even at rush hour
Less tedious
Than the shorter alternative
Stopping every 10 meters
For another set of traffic lights
A clear run home
A home run
Easy driving
I especially like it at the moment
They’ve closed the fast road
Through the bay
And to my junction
But no further
You can’t reach the motorway
Passing the pretty waterfront houses
And the urban beauty of the road works
Then filtered off
Into the home stretch
No other destination available
Just home
You can’t get anywhere else
On this road for the time being
So it becomes mine
All mine
For my lovely drive home
Rhiannon Writes 