'Catch Me When I'm Falling'

She said
“don’t forget to catch me.”

Morphine and methadone bombs
darkened skies as Messerschmitt air raids,
Nazi assassins had invaded her body
each cargo held an obituary

I dreamt about you last night
and fell out of bed twice,
death-bed promises run freer
than Snowdonia streams,
always going to waste in the wrong arms
our silver lies in mountain jewellery

Death-bed promises are the thud
of cemetery gates closing,
you rehearsed the verse before the hearse
drove her wheels to the foot of our bed