The Bounce.

In that strange hotel
We stood facing each other with awkward elbows.
Just one night you said leaving
See you tomorrow.

At your local supermarket
...Red Brick with Trees....
Buying drinks with you by my side.
Gazing at each bottle in wonder
Took ages .

The Golden Toyota ... the highway
Getting lost.
I said I did not like Neil Young.
I’m not sure why.

You announced there was nothing going
In this whole experiment
Wounded I refused to hear it.

Hot cold you blew
..the vulnerable fool
Laid her heart down as a boot mat.

My own doing
I expected to catch butterflies at a whim.

You bounced off the Trampoline
Landed on your feet and walked away.

Kristine Byrne 21Oct 2012