Homage. By CpSingleton © 2016
It came to him in a flash.
He just didn’t have a means to record it. Ten minutes of running around like a mental with vindaloo bum and no loo later, pen in hand, fresh sheet of A4 laid out in front of him, he set to work banging his head off the desk.
“Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be?” A tender voice offered from the far wall. So he shot it.
This is not the story, or the poem, this is just a homage to what is now lost.