Am I kicked?

I am kicked.

Kicked into touch.

Kicked into the long grass.

I am concussed,

Like I’m drunk with love.

My head is in my heart.

My head is in the hills.

My head is on my hands.

I am brutalised,

Like I’m mugged in love.

You cast a shadow.

A long shadow.

A long dark shadow over me.

I am refused,

Like I’m on my way out of love.

You have said.

You have said you love me.

Haven’t you just said you love me no more?

Am I right?

Like am I kicked to the curb?

Am I kicked?

Christopher Thompson