Centre Stage. A poem.

Saw you again the other day, ring on finger, centre stage. I smiled, a little whimsically, through sad and bitter memories. I looked back amongst the bric-a-brac, how we laughed and walked, and fought like that. And played and talked and teased again— sometimes enemies, sometimes friends. I realised, despite the lies of youth, IContinue reading “Centre Stage. A poem.”