Poetry, Tribute

The Twenty-Seventh of August – A Billy Bragg Tribute

I wish that I could forget the last moment that we spent

If only I could forget that bitter moment where we left

If I could then that I

Would not regret the rest of my life without you

I imagine I would have held your hand a little longer

When our hands last met

Did it rain or did we cry at our final meeting?

What feelings were felt? what weight given to that fateful hate?

My diary help too much

I stop mentioning your name after that winter

When dropped the

Hash feelings on the final day that we met

I know what was said, I know the way it happened

Yet in my mind the scenes I recall are joyous

As we grow old I’m sure

There will be moments that we will forget

But I will

Remember something of the final moment that I will regret