Not Me With All These Sins, About to Cast All These Stones

These past few years I have re-lived everything (we once met an old couple 

In Corfu, I think it was, the “we” being me and my first girlfriend. God I was cruel to her

(They had worked together at Clarks shoes and had lived in the low-cost housing 

On the site of the factory, in Street. They dumped so much on us that holiday! They were reliving everything too)); and

It can be so innocuous, what comes back, though it has been a thorough,

Thorough bombardment of memories for me, at times, and I have felt quite guilty 

(And annoyed! They simply would not be quiet! And they were on that terrace 

Every! Bloody! Evening! I just wanted to speak to my girlfriend

But I couldn’t (and now, an hour or so later, 

At least two other holidays have come back to me (along with other pettiness 

And cruelty) as I still 

Only discard my days in the sun here

Vaguely–cowardly–as I write 

And peel away more and more vacant memories 

That only seem to highlight others)) while they 

Ruined our whole trip for us!