The P poem.

Poems hardly seem enough at a time like this

1
but what else do I have?

When it all comes back to me in waves
I need a place to retreat

It’s unlikely now that they will call to tell me
it was all a mistake
and that what I once knew is not gone for good

No, what I cannot understand
will have to remain misunderstood

2
but something has to save me

When it all comes back to me in waves
I must remember how to swim

Drowning is not a price I wish to pay
for forgetting
or for not wanting to forget

No, what I cannot understand
will have to remain misunderstood

(16 November 2016)