Later Days 22/01/25

Visit

They told me I should visit grandad,

catch him up on the loves, the lies, the days.

Talk about the state of Welsh rugby,

and the new stations on our line.

I think about all the times I begrudged that train,

The unwilling updates, a bulletin delivered to a ceiling.

The times I got down,

ran upstairs because my show was on. 

Left without saying goodbye.

Maybe I'd say I was sorry.

Maybe, that I was still a Spurs fan,

there isn’t much difference.

Maybe I’d say I thought of him when I saw a two pound coin.

That I never got over our last talk.

But that'd be a lie, I know what I'd say,

I know the day, the moment.

15 years back and long before an end,

you sat in our kitchen, 

you were babysitting,

I was petulant, you patient.

The clock ticked,

I said nothing,

you waited, 

I walked out,

but before I left, I saw you there,

I see you still.

Sitting alone in a room made cold by my indifference,

so happy to chat, to hear about my day, my favourite dinosaur, anything to talk.

I closed the door, I wasted your time,

but regret will not buy seconds back,

I’ll talk even though you now can’t listen,

I'll come to catch you up.

…

 Wales are still terrible,

Spurs are just worse.