Reflected in my beer

A face appears

That I haven't seen in years.

 

Says he's just had his heart broke,

So I offer him a smoke

And an attempt at a joke.

 

Through ambient amber hazes

We discussed the settled dust

And how we'd performed on our seperate stages.

 

How he'd backflipped

Into a basket,

That became a funeral casket.

 

I sat opposite

And bit my lip,

'Don't look at me for love advice mate, I'm shit!'

 

But if there's one thing I would say,

It might not take your demons away

But it could save you from future dismay.

 

Love's just a word,

A negotiable term,

Rarely spoken the same as it's heard.

 

A word, with a millions ways to be read

So be careful where you tred,

Cos what you hear isn't always what's said!