Dear Amanda

This one is for you.


its temporary blindness,
that thing,
the thing you're looking for.

the forgetting
all about the everything
of everyday.

the
one little hope
that tramples
its muddy feet
all over the carpet
inside.

and you don't
even get out the hoover
or
the scrubber.

because you like it messy.

its been too long.

its been too long,
but its right
there under
the blue
next door to green.

reach out
and take a swig.

he's standing
at your door.