Yes I remember.
I was taking a call.
You drove past so fast,
I fell of the wall.

Yes I remember.
You laughed as I vented.
Then gave me a lift.
And how I relented.

Yes I remember.
I was there too.
The hill was so icy.
I fell onto you.

Yes I remember
That café so twee.
With the waitress of 90.
And the cold cup of tea.

Yes I remember.
When the A-lister arrived.
And I stood open mouthed,
As you said “This is Clive”

Yes I remember.
You down on one knee.
And how I ran away.
Because I need to be free.

Yes I remember.
Taking the call.
And you lying there so still,
Not moving at all.

Yes I remember.
The agonising pain.
Of knowing it was me,
That made you that insane.

But I also remember,
Those nights so alone.
Demented with worry,
Unplugging the phone.
Wishing you were with me,
But glad you were not.
Packing, unpacking,
Changing the locks.
Begging you to end this,
And let me move on.
But again and again,
You said I was the one.
Smiling so bravely,
Because that’s what I do.
And you threatening to die again,
If I ever left you.
Feeling so guilty,
For wanting an existence,
That was free of uncertainty,
And obsessive persistence.

Yes, of course I fucking remember,
The intense way we loved.
But I don’t any more.
You were never enough.