Sitting at George’s Bar in Riviera, Costa del Sol, I noticed a couple having a meal. The woman was smartly dressed with perfect make-up obviously having made an effort to look her best. Her male companion took no notice of her whatsoever preferring to read a newspaper or watch what was on the television. Each time the lady attempted conversation he grunted a monosyllable reply much to her chagrin. I have seen similar repeated scenarios around the world prompting these lines of possibly her thoughts.
Sipping wine with studied control
No words spoken, life’s black hole
Wondering where emotion had gone
Where once was love, now there is none
Wispy hair across my face
Swept away like time and space
Staring blindly into a bottomless pit
Loss of humour, speech or wit
Existing barely, barely alive
Just enough hope, to hope to survive
Remember to breathe, remember to think
Love has gone with barely a blink
Thus the epitaph will always be
Was it life or is this me.