It was hard to hear myself
Promise in some way
To do something I didn’t do
Say what I didn’t say
Because of course I want to tell you
want to scream with you
be seen like you
tear that memory apart
make lines across our pages
across our heavy sodden hearts
meet in some grim centre
and form a dark black blot
and use our hands to force it
to come together and burn
to make them feel that sting
that we both have to feel
But how can I tell you
Something I can’t tell myself
Haven’t learnt the language yet
That you can speak so well
After too long a gap, you’re back with something powerful.