“Afternoon.”

Scoffed the world.

“Good of you to join us.”

I stumbled

I mumbled

I stuttered

It smiled.

“Don’t be so bloody daft.”

“We missed you that’s all.”

It never was unkind.

“There’s so much to tell you.

July faded out as August rushed in.

The dogs they barked while the flowers they grew.

The blackberries they marched ever towards black.

They giggled as they brought in the tesco delivery.

They sat in the park to eat their lunches.

The winds they blew.

The apples from the tree.

The painters they painted.

Brand new designs on brand new walls.”

“We had to keep turning you know.”

I thanked the world for that.