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11 April 2017
Never Call Me Rose (It Hurts Too Much)
on being asked if a song had ever saved my life
No song came to save his life.
He was alone that night, when he took it.
Mine thereafter was not in need of saving.
With his death, I too was dead already
only still walking around in a body.
But eventually my blank brain
heard some words which pierced
months of numbness, though gently sung:
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long ...
and I forgave him then, and became –
well I wouldn't say reconciled, but at least
I understood that some things
can be too much to bear. And so
I came alive again, into pain.
Day 11 of April Poetry Month at 'imaginary garden with real toads' is the unprompted Tuesday Platform ... but the question, 'Has a song saved your life?' was offered as a suggestion.
Yes it is a true story, but it happened 35 years ago. (Though, obviously, I have not forgotten.)