I like the cadence of this one a lot Craig and the ambiguity of it, you can never quite figure this one out, whether the narrator is a good guy or an asshole, regretful or forgettable and so I find the whole thing has a synergy and working pieces, shackled, like to say, like to take the train (to Bray)
and there's a great complexity to that walk that they took
No particular reason/drag it out like a broken tune
It wouldn't help v vies
Instance / among others to be sincere.
I just think that this poem is a bit like that sand art where the sands Cascade in different ways each time they are tipped and the poem itself is rich and heroic or perhaps even objectionable - but I honestly thought it was sweet and I found I could love it. It's flawless, I reckon. Other than your lack of ' type things.