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There was a robin today.

Not massive news I know,
but they say those who have passed
fly in on wings, and I knew you�d arrived
for a laugh, or quite possibly
the sausage roll crumbs dusting the path
�cause I remembered you saying
the good people at Greggs must fill them
with crack, and I�m carnivore enough
not to argue the toss over calories.

Did you arrive because at that moment
I was thinking of your reaction
to my clothes folded neatly next to me
on a hospital chair. How you�d of made
a wild fuss about trademarking for sure,
stolen my left crutch and wheeled off
into the night, as if we were two
lame ducks trying to top-trumps
our daily fight.

Truth is, I fucking missed you today.

You and your reckless humour
at the root of everything good.
How I could use one of those calls
that turned into a five hour tirade of bad gags
and misdemeanours, you saying something like
�what�s the matter wacky races,
run out of charge?�

� how I wish you were here to talk to

about the way
I mourn bones in the grave,
how you�d have known that this
is a process you go through
to claim back the fuckening of your body
and the nightly curl of its question mark.

There was a robin today.

Not massive news, I know,
but I got to thinking how
cigarettes were your only halo
and how you never wore so much
as a hint of white.

Can�t help but think
you�d be racing Saint Peter
in that charge towards the light.