Cup Day

The accounted-for drop
My mopping up

Her half-expected
Silence

Our dreamscape
With responsibility

Her endless now
My acquiescence

Drunk in the moment
Half-pleasurable life

You mock our existence
We dance along

I do it very poorly
She offers handicaps

I gratefully accept
Acknowledging the distance

Knew I’d have to come
From so far back

A few punters have faith
She’s one of them

I power through
For a placing