Life support

you say it
you burst that bubble
leave me in trouble
cos I can’t believe my ears.
something steers
me south
your mouth
usually eloquent
stutters now, words spent.
and I know what you think
cos you’ve found that chink
in my armour,
it must be karma
or something more
in store
for me
and my knees
are skint from praying.
we were just playing
at being grown up
our cup
full to overflowing
but we’re going
nowhere fast
nothing lasts
the ball’s in your court
while I’m here on life support.