by S.J. Fowler

I did not notice the year turn
it mightnt have
we arm wrestle, cover a candle 
I was sick
she tended me
we did not notice the year 
workfyre, peoplscame
we did not hear the car brake
the streets fall & the glass shake 
I wat ill
& she made my bed
she toweled my burning head 
I did not notice her
as the year turned
she sat at the foot of my bed

Yeer by Gareth Humphreys