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Things haunt me
things you said in takeaways
as your cab pulled away from the kerb
things i barely heard
and things you never said at all.

How sad am I and how sad are we?

You followed me in the rain
home from school
with a knife between your teeth
and all these years later
you're married to a guy called keith
and cope with a deaf-mute child.
It almost makes me smile.

Isn't life cruel but interesting?

Don't you agree
as you cry yourself blind
Never mind: one day
you may show them what you're made of
sprout wings and fly
as the thunder begins and the rain comes fast
and you'll know how to settle scores at last.