The bowling green
A once well kept place full
of energy and fun.Where
as kids we would watch
the pensioners play for
hours. We laughed at their
coloured shirts and crisp white
trousers with faded skid marks
Remember?
Focussed,serious,
in the zone they
would play to the death
quite literally,
like the time that ambulance came
and the attendant called us ghouls.
Remember?
We grew apart over the years,
only bumping into each other occasionally.
Social media giving us an imaginary closeness.
the odd text message to check pulses.
I know we both didn’t
want that to happen. We ignored each
other in the shop that time. Why was that?
Remember?
I went back the other day,
the place has grew wild, wine bottles
strewn across the grass, only filling
the gaps between the dog shit. The attendant is long
gone, his memorial bench half burnt and full of graffiti
I saw you
there chasing the dragon like we used to chase
the jack.
I doubt if you’d
Remember.
