Nowt that can’t be mended

His broken heart won’t mend

But he’s laying down foundations

To simply walk again

With lowered expectations

One foot before the next

Is what he aims to do

Its nowt that can’t be mended

With a metric length of dowling

And a yard of three be two

Talking through emotions

Is not for he, he’ll keep them safe

And bottle up the anger

The pain, the doubt, the rage

Working through it on his own

Is all he knows to do

It’s nowt that can’t be mended

With a metric length of dowling

And a yard of three be two

One minute at a time

While ticking off the days

He’s making the decisions

She used to guide, to help him make

Before they meet again

And do the things they used to do

It’s nowt that can’t be mended

With a metric length of dowling

And a yard of three be two

6th April 2022