Harley Street surgeon
Specializes in crime
Of removing unhappy memories
Clock faces not showing time
Wedding dresses without veils.
Brain lanced with
Scalpel and rusty spanner
All for $199.99.
Diaries, photo albums
Locked in jukebox
Placed in sealed vault.
Memories of Wimpole Street
Selling my soul to civil service
Building bridges with paper clips.
Still able to trace my footsteps
To pub on the corner
Can only see my spectre
Drinking spirits in the corner
What happened here?
On train home
Some towns and cities
Blurred out of focus
An X Ray of what was once
Too many xxx on notes
And letters (some never sent).
Skeletons smirking
Cadavers cuddling.
Every home we visit
Houses secret spaces
Where history begins and ends.
Not the desire to forget:
Merely to live side by side with ghosts
is all we can ask.
No sealed vaults required
Merely an unsealed heart.