Drinking Time – R.W.

The first time
In a long time
Physically
Emotionally
I’ve been free
Even to sit
Have a pint in the sun
With my friend
That 5 minutes
Half an hour
To ourselves
Where I’m neither working
Nor sleeping
Time to enjoy
Time to be happy
Me Time 

Rest Days – R.W.

Sitting on day 8 of 9
Of this work week
Reminds me of a friend of mine
Ex colleague
From another industry
In another time
He said to me
Legally its a day off every 11 days
And boy do you get to know it here
A long way feels longer
The closer to the end you get
For the days off
To not quite be long enough
To rest recover
And for things for yourself 

Bank Holiday – R.W.

My thoughts on the way into work
On the last day of the Bank Holiday
Flits between how good this ones been
Problem free
And how nice it must be
To be one of those
Only entitled to 25 days holiday
As you’re garunteed to have every one off
My 40 something hours
In the last 4 days alone
Mean this week
I’ve worked a full time job twice
Across the 7 days
Not once sitting out in the sun
Or brunching,  prosseco in hand
Here’s to those that don’t rest
Over the Bank Holidays
Celebrated by everyone else
Heres to those who keep us running
Sacrificing time for themselves

Today – R.W.

Today today today
A rest after
A week
Not a week by your measure
But a week by mine
9 days work
Two back to back
Days off at polar ends
Of a spectrum
Of manual labour
Today is today
Is the day to get stuff done
Wash my hair
Shave my legs
Today is a plant watering
Fish tank cleaning
Basic maintenance
Bumble about the house day
Today is today

Sympathy – R.W.

I’m trying out sympathy
Empathy even
Not my strong suit when it comes to you
Always ready to great me
With words drawn like swords
Cutting twice as deep as silver ever could
This time I try to listen
Attempt to understand
What can have gone so wrong
At your ripe age
That crawling back to where you came from
Becomes the only plan

Are You Genuine? – R.W.

Do you like who you are?
Every so often someone catches
A glimpse of the tattoos on the back of my legs
Sometimes they gasp, that’s so cool
More often they say, I don’t get it
Don’t get how people change
Depending who they’re with
The words say
Who are you,  when nobody’s watching?
What do you care about
What do you do
When no one else is there
To see you 

The Old House – R.W.

The house still stands
It still stands loud and proud
A treasure trove of someone else’s memories
Mixed with our own
The marks we made in the wall
Each summer as we grew
Still there lablled with our names
Hallways carpeted in a mustard carpet
The same one we left
Who knows what they’ve seen since
Some parts untouched
Feeling like they still might be ours
Others have changed
Evolved into something new
For someone new
All these things we knew
Belong to someone else now

Sea Salt – R.W.

I’m not the child with the salty skin
My hair no longer curls as it dries from the ocean
I see only the four shells sat on my bathroom windowsill
Not searching each day for a new treasure to add to the collection
Now I’m removed
From the beaches I grew up on
Sun soaked in summer
And wind whipped winters
I’m left with a longing
For a life I barely remember