FOR ZOE

I recently found this drawing by Thomas, with a poem about me paper-clipped to it. I do believe the poem relates to the picture and that it was not accidentally attached. I believe it is an abstarct portrait of me.

The poem is painful but I have decided to show it here as a
means of 'truth telling' about our complex 'relationship' and dealing with his death.

I now realise that I did not know him.

The halo that surrounds your head

Will be the noose that ‘gathers’ me

For you think I’m so easily led

To my success you hold the key

The halo that  surrounds your head

Emits the light of pure jealousy

From it, one day I’ll be free !