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.