life is all darkness
since you left
as if the moon
had gone missing
from the night sky
and left
a lunar lacuna
oh, hang on, forgot to open the curtains
curtains
draw
you were always
very good at art
you would draw
attention, short straws,
blood and sometimes
even the curtains
until, one day,
you drew a blank
Brian Bilston's Poetry Laboetry 