Intermission: An extract from Broken Streets by Cornelius Pendergast
…but it's all a little strange
I say,
how could I feel such a thing
as love
still
in these dark days
when love never showed me the kindness
I showed it.
The streets are old these days;
broken;
cracked like the ground in the desert
and as I walk alone
I wonder
how I could ever love again…