Kate Wilson reads her own ‘Drift’

Kate J Wilson's work has appeared in the Pendle Anthology of War
 Poetry, Alliterati, and Reflections. She has been shortlisted for the
 National Memory Day Poetry Competition, Cinnamon Press Pamphlet
 Competition and highly commended in the Red Cross Day of the Disappeared
 creative writing competition.



We have to sit down to some lessons

again and again before they stick

a feather breath drifting to sleep

as we kiss goodbye for the last time

you wanted to make love, to pretend

we were still in it. I turned away.

I remember the tug of your hand

on my sleeve, how it felt to be needed

how you pleaded for relief like a junkie

palms pushing against walls, painfully

those splintered nights and days

cracked irreparable. It was impossible

to see the break between dawn and dusk

a drift of commuter trains, phone calls

to a psychiatrist who spoke so softly

it was as if he wasn’t speaking at all

your silence, a greater damnation

and you had so many demands

I wish I could forget, select three words

instead; the finest most delicate words

whispered in moonbeam hours

when hope still struggled within us

but I had to let the feather fall

after all, we can’t unlearn the past.

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