I do

do you follow rainbows to the end of the road

and pretend they end there with a screech of the breaks

or perhaps you miss the train and convince yourself that

you were on the wrong platform or you were there just

waving someone goodbye

or do you receive flowers from people you never loved

and your ‘thank you’ is the discorded key of a piano
 in the middle of a concert

do you make someone cry and comforting them is a trembling hand

a surgeon never shows the world

do you etcetera your list of to do’s into a painted oblivion

and never ever want to admit

that your blues are not just a shade of angry skies

do you talk too much so you can never hear

the voice of your loneliness

bouncing of the walls of your room

do you read tones of recommended books  

to help you catch another day

while tomorrow comes and discards you into yesterday

without a word of apology

do you stumble across true love and wish you broke a leg

rather than a heart

do you think this poem is nothing to do with you