She emailed me in upper case explaining why she left 

leaving me bereft and incapable of explaining

my part in the subterfuge that followed.


She had the good grace to say that none of it was my fault

but it wasn't true...I knew it and so did she.


I had nothing left but shame

and the fear that dare not speak its name.



◄ Spain? No Way Pedro!

Melbourne ►


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Brian Maryon

Sat 4th Jul 2020 22:36

Thank you for likes and comments. I wrote this on the back of a fag packet, though I haven't smoked for forty years. I stopped on 1 December 1979 and money I would normally have spent on cigarettes was religiously saved which paid for a trip to Miami a year later. I took my bike with me and cycled to Key West.

(Pubs opened today, hip hip hooray)

<Deleted User> (24803)

Sat 4th Jul 2020 01:35

It's all her fault, always.

Blame game write.

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Kevin T.S. Tan

Fri 3rd Jul 2020 23:20

well, at least you can turn it into some nice poetry =)

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