I often think.

The Time Was Right It felt right as I sat naked and cross legged on the bed.  I smoothed down the sheet I was sat on and systematically broke each Lofepramine anti-depressant tablet in half and laid it on the smooth sheet. I had enough water to swallow the amount I needed to go from this life.  I felt no anger or hatred for the people that had blighted my young and now old life. My mind was blank from all that life had dealt me.  It had been a good day: counselling with Ian, a superb meal by myself in Nonnas, a few glasses of wine in Brown’s and a black taxi ride home. I never planned to do anything. We were all there sat on the bed looking at the halved tablets, occasionally taking a halved tablet and swallowing it with a sip of water. I had to make the half litre of water last through the event.  Young David with the kite said nothing. The unsmiling Sir Thomas Abney David said nothing. He was glad of the release. The gloomy David sat on the rockery at Sach Road staring bla

I am that pattern she so loved in her life Now I am tucked in around the sides As she always liked me to be She quickly named me her Cadbury dark chocolate blanket When things got painfully Arthritis annoyingly bad Her aches and pains I dulled I was her safety net cover giving her a happy hug of heat I happily, willingly, lovingly helped her love her life again She looked to me many times for warmth, solace and comfort When others had without thought her carelessly abandoned I was forever there for her I thought I always would be She soothingly snuggled beneath my deep dark brown folds Now she lies still and cold beneath my tenebrous brown soft rose scattered spread My raspberry pink roses once matched her rosy cheeks But now they look out of place against her cold drawn, pallid pale expressionless face. She often times Said hello to me and then called me her beautiful blanket of red raspberry stars Before this those very raspberry stars matched her