Lover ...

Lover ...

I need you to be strong for me.
I need you to hold back time in the palm of your hands.
To pause it now.
Right now.
Please ...

Lover ...

There are things that I need to say to you.
Things that have needed saying for a long time now.
Things that are eating away inside of me.
Things that are corroding the very fabric of an already brittle
existence.
It pains me.
It pains me too much.

Please my Lover ...

All you have to do is just slow down time so that I can unburden these dirty secrets of mine.

I'm so scared my Lover.
Scared to confess.
Yet.
I need to confess.
I want to confess.

Please ...... Hear my words.

They didn't mean anything.

Nothing.

None of them.

I know that sounds really cliché and rather pathetic but it is the
absolute truth of the … ..

Please don't look at me like that way.

My Lover

My Lover

My Lover

Please don’t look at me like that way.

What?

You want the truth

The whole truth

And

Nothing but the truth

It hurts me Lover

To

Hurt

You

.
.
.

It all started in the spring of ‘95
You had that contract with the O’Flanagans
Do you remember?
Worked round the clock did you
Up at the break of dawn
Van loaded
And off you went
I was lucky in those days to see you back before dusk
Well …
I got kind of lonely

I

Am

So

Sorry

Please don’t cry Lover

Please don’t flinch when I touch you

Can you feel my pain Lover?

I am barely holding it together here

Do you want me to continue?

I

Am

So

Sorry

My

Lover

The first mistake was Mr Thornton from the Hardware Shop in town
Sometimes you sent me down there for supplies
One week a new Hammer
Next week some Brass Screws
Maybe even some Polyfilla
Do you remember him?
He liked you a lot
Admired your dedication to the job in hand
Often told me that you were the last of the true grafters that this generation would ever see
What a compliment!

What?

I know that he was married

I know that he had kids

James, John and Peter to be precise

Such sweet children

It all started

Whilst Peter was having his chemotherapy at the Royal
Mrs Thornton was being run ragged trying to look after such a sick little boy and also keep in check the other two
Mr Thornton kept shop and was not involved in the children’s lives
Well my Lover
I
Offered to help
The poor woman was at breaking point
What else could I do?

Come here my sweet

There

There

We can work this out

Can’t we?

There

There

Then there was ….

What?

Now?

You can’t leave me?

My Lover

Please …

I know that it hurts you so but it hurts me as well and I have had to carry this burden for many a year

Please …

My Lover

Come back to me

We can work it out

We can

I know that we can

I need to finish

There was many many more …

THE FRONT DOOR SILENTLY CLOSED AND THE CLOCK STARTED TICKING AGAIN