Frayed Memories

Black, 

A faded print of a long forgotten band

And faded memories of my long gone uncle,

And the times we had.

Listening to the footy in your truck

On a cold winter's night,

The bets we had  - Mum never approved of them.

And the map you made from lighters 

To show me where you had to drive.

I remember you complaining about your boss  - 

He was so unfair..... 

Wearing my T-shirt in the pews,

As they took you away,

Eyes red, rubbed raw,

There are no more tears left to cry.

And now my patched up, battered T-shirt,

The memories fraying,

Like most of the stitching