Poem of the Week |28| Packie’s Waltz

Packie’s waltz

I saw him in the crowd
He was dancing alone
Waltzing around the square
Some ghost of a long
Lost love there in his arms,
His feet following
That music, the beat
Of his broken heart.
I was with some lads
Even their names now
I can not remember
Yet I walked away from
Him, head down
He was blood,
He was my uncle Packie,
A top accountant in a firm
In London, an A in every
Maths test he ever sat,
He fell in love
And when things didn’t
Work out he had
Breakdown after breakdown,

If I was back there now,
I would have gone over
And danced
In his arms up and down
The street.

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