Kevin Eaglesfield

At the time,
I knew it was my fault
When dinner wasn't right
And you threw it across the room
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I woke first, studied you, smiled,
Then quietly drew the curtains
To let the eager sunshine in
That was rapping on the window,
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Fireworked.
Another family feeling the bang
While one just sees the glitter.
Course I'll put the bins out,
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If your crush said to my crush,
'Let's meet and have a chat',
We'd be reduced to atoms,
And the Earth would be razed flat.
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Now the laughter's died
And the hand-sore rows empty
Like popcorn filled sheep,
He hurries damply to his father's father's van
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
If they're coming back.
More than that makes it sadder,
And lonelier and older,
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November, with its frost and smells,
Brings fond memories flooding back,
Of the last bonfire party at my grandma's,
Before she passed away.
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Between owl and sparrow time,
But you couldn't wait.
Nothing moves except us and our shadows
In our hushed and private bubble,
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Ey up, Ray, can y'ear scraitin?
Summat's 'appnin in yon stan'in.
'Say a gleg throw th'ole 'ere.
'Utch up, Yoth an' gi'e ower shovin'
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What a day to be alive.
Woodland fragranced air strokes
And lovingly envelopes me, frees me more,
Frees my mind and heart to leap
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I heard the tinkling voices then,
Whispering with glee.
Excited little chattering
That seeked some sport with me.
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Young knight is weary, battle scarred
And needs somewhere to pitch his camp,
But stops because he hears a sound,
And through the trees he spies a lamp.
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I want to hold your hand a bit,
And when you sit,
I want my arm around your shoulders.
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Scrape-faced farmer,
Clothes constricting,
Fingers turning
Hat in hand,
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The storm was awful fierce last night,
And even with the shutters,
There were places where a candle wouldn't light,
And some rain trickled through
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You gave me some hope today,
Breathed a firefly my way.
Does this mean you're coming?
Dare to dream.
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I've had a few, but not much luck;
Started with a builder,
But the business went to the wall,
Then the lingerie factory where I worked went bust.
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Many people sit with me,
Some in silence until they go,
Some for harmless babble,
But some have things to let out.
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The humdrum beats its booming dirge,
Matching my pulse,
Both of them loud and unheard,
Even to me.
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I blush and stutter when I see you,
Feel my grown-upness melt from my brain down
And my big-boy's confidence
Disown me in disgust.
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