Monday, 21 October 2013



At the school gate in the back of my memory
You and him holding hands and looking out to wave at me

You were so small and dressed in your uniforms
Held my hand walked to the car that is scrap now

Never knew the future would come back to cripple me
Didn’t know the school gate would swing closed behind me

Skip full of furniture and the remains of a family
Head full of all the things I was forced to leave

At the turning that led to where we started
A key in my pocket to a house that was never mine

The lies that kept me and the truths that now save me

The nature of the people who told you they loved.

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