I sit here

Drinking beer

Alone at home

In this dying heatwave

Unable to forget

What I could not save.

As I drink

I think

Of girls who padded like cats

Around my bachelor’s flat

In their bare feet.

We drank wine

And, sometimes

I would find

A kind

Of comfort in a stranger’s arms.

A few  left charms behind.

A hairband

I kept in a drawer,

Though I saw her no more.

I returned hair extensions.

There was no pretention

Of love.

Drinking my beer

I look back on half wasted years.

There where tears and laughter

But what comes after …

Perhaps I can find

A sort of tenderness

Tinged with regret.

I can not forget

And sometimes wonder

What they remember

Of me