Fuck You Caroline

A coal mine for Caroline was more than I could

give the moon's light that she

at every intersection

coloured blue and savoured

for its tangy flavour.

Robert still wonders what it is

that she wanted, since the day

It started raining

and the night we cried like babies

for the knowing of what it was

and what was bothering her. ? .

She wouldn't say, of course

And we stayed up for around

72 hours and questioned

if it was something

we or the moon could find an answer to.

Giving up little by little

I now pick up a glass

and drink, to nothing

but the sun burning the edges of clouds to crisps.