Unforgiven at the
Company Reunion

Those fragile memories shattered as though
I’ve dropped my glass while toasting the past
with reincarnated colleagues I don’t recognise
who’s that in the turquoise dress who glares?
I swerve through hostile stares to the gents
check in the mirror to see if it’s still me
head through batwing doors into the saloon
into the thick air of vengeance before a brawl
ready to draw on whoever whispers my name
after all this time, yet still looking for my Delilah
and now not so sure I’d know her if I saw her