airless

it is spring time outside as the young sparrows rise
playing with small insects when the coast is clear,

I hear a man coughing
spluttering as he has drunk too much whisky

forgetting why he needs any whisky at all
as the seasons left here a year or two ago now

here on the inside of this house
where we live with approaching death

airless at times.....no appetite
with love though, always with love eternal