Edinburgh.

At last, you bastard,
we meet again
and this time I know I will take you.
You can sit with your corpulent stare
The second of the two huge, cancerous masses that I needed to steel myself to rip out.
It's time for a new chapter,
and this one decidedly blank.
Yet the moving finger writes on virgin paper indefinitely
and you're only a certainty for so long.
You can rob me of any credibility
and any will to stand
and my memories may be blighted
for I'm sure it will not be as sweet the second time round,
but at least, even as a stained fabric,
I may fly free of you.