The Approach Lost

- I see you walk towards me dismal sky above No Caribian blue and child beside you Yes as we speed closer no need to talk just think I followed their advice But look at the debt they ask of us now. You stare as you approach delivering contempt and tightened lip I only replied to your demands and shots to my bough Ever closer to each other embarressed in separation or proud Can we not shop in the same shops or drink with the same crowd Check a pocket to be cool of nerve and look for nothing only our child She too looks at me in contempt but why then look away as programmed A gone by moment never to be captured or re-captured, discussed or mentioned just like a shooting star never shall you find a time so wasted so lost as this. 11-02-2012