Good Dies and Bad Belongs

Walking home I kick the stones. I kick the dirt as well. Today a life changed but not for me, for someone, someone else. I see the birds fly into the tree, I listen to their songs. I see the children play in the street and pray that they all one day find true love. The world plays out on my tv and I think that I know. I chose a path where instantly good dies and bad belongs. I walk up the garden path at this my childhood home. My mother sees red stains on my jacket sleeves and asks what have I become? I sit on the old settee and she turns the tv on. A sound of sirens moves closer to me and she stares in silence and concern. I smile, I drink the tea as shadows fill the door. I turn and ask one question before my life changes so drastically: ‘When’s the weather on?’