I’m living in the past
On vanished memories, faces now turned old and wrinkled
Changed not fixed like a photograph
-though that’s all I remember, the image fixed
In my memory, unchanging and clinging on desperately
Struggling, kicking, refusing to go down the plughole
And vanish, forgotten completely.
Distant voices echoing, I hear them still
But the image, the vision is gone
People might loose hair and teeth around me
But still, they’re there.
I still hold Jack in my arms
A tiny, shrivelled baby when I saw him last
In years long past by - gone now
Vanished, dropped into the abyss
Down the plug hole.