It just goes through me now
The kisses
The blisters
The goals
Sifted sensations

Grains of dust
Falling through
A hoola hoop
On the way to nowhere
Never

Was it ever a smile
The worn little loop
That you once wore
On the folded flesh
Surrounding your gob

It’s placation now
I mean you no harm, infact
I don’t even see you
I’ll grin sporadically
Just incase you’re there

Plotted it says negative correlation
It says a downturn in profits
Divorce, devoid
Dismantlement

Is growing up
Getting sadder
Apathised
Until it falls through
A hoola hoop
Your favourite football