It Isn't You

(A Hillsborough tribute)

When I snap at you or shout or when I'm short of temper,
grumpy or vaccant -
it isn't you!

It's the football,
the game,
the celebration,
the screams and the crush
...the crowd: they died!

We sat,
In our house,
in a daze,
for a week,
trapped by the 'press' in our driveway.
So; it really isn't you.

Twenty birthdays, 

Easter's and Christmases stolen!
Left with just the screaming nightmares and cold emptyness.
And the "Why's" and the "What-if's" that you suffer to, so...

When I snap at you or shout or when I'm short of temper,
grumpy or vaccant -

it isn't you - 'cos; you are all I have.