Life and Bowls of Cherries

The word lamp just got me Innocent as it was The context banal But I occupied the space of the memory Whilst walking the dog, getting rained on Decided to write it up for a contest It all feels like a drama building now in retrospect, a bit of a mistake on my part I get a message as I complete the poem, she wants a drink tonight can I organise it I say I'd rather not as it breaks my heart She tells me it breaks her heart to not be trusted to just have one I say ok She says thanks and that she's happy now How was it missed again that she's broken my heart? No matter that I didn't beg her not to tonight, I'm still 5 again pleading and feeling unsafe in my head The coincidence of the request and the memory bother me It's my fault, but how? It can't be... I get in from the dog walk and there was a bowl of cherries for me, with the stones taken out as I'd mentioned I like them more like that the other day. The contrast vivid to the place my head is occupying. I'm miles away... I'm just not sure if I'm here or there.