I Wanted To Be Your Boyfriend
I feel like the kind of victim
you only heard about
on the 1980s early evening news,
before the broadcaster
unflinchingly
would turn away and say: “Now in other news...”
It’s all gone but not forgotten.
I left the room and I climbed the stairs,
where on the radio
somebody would always go:
"I wanted to be your boyfriend,
but you don’t seem to want a boyfriend,
and you don’t seem to want a girlfriend.
I hope you don’t meet a lonely end."
Was it a hammer attack
a railway track
or a dog they couldn’t hold back
that kept you in the news
until the public will,
so changeable,
turned away
and said: “we cannot bear to lose”?
Oh, the 1980s early evening news;
it sent a shiver down my spine.
