His broken heart won’t mend
But he’s laying down foundations
To simply walk again
With lowered expectations
One foot before the next
Is what he aims to do
Its nowt that can’t be mended
With a metric length of dowling
And a yard of three be two
Talking through emotions
Is not for he, he’ll keep them safe
And bottle up the anger
The pain, the doubt, the rage
Working through it on his own
Is all he knows to do
It’s nowt that can’t be mended
With a metric length of dowling
And a yard of three be two
One minute at a time
While ticking off the days
He’s making the decisions
She used to guide, to help him make
Before they meet again
And do the things they used to do
It’s nowt that can’t be mended
With a metric length of dowling
And a yard of three be two
6th April 2022