on this thin grey line

in a black bound notebook

scribbled spider scrawls

records of you

my thoughts & feelings

of climbing the walls

no tv no music

just sitting staring

absorbing the pain

learning the lessons

how not to obsess

cut my thinking feeling

to 30 minutes a day

then over time

clipping that to ten then

only five for memories

until I wrote here

a week had gone by

& I hadn’t thought of you

at all not once

finding this notebook

to realise now

I can’t see your face

only your lies