Monday, 9 April 2012


I wanted to find you there.
Laid back with your feet on the chair, you always looked
So refined.

I don't forget your face.
The way you fill the space between us with your smile
So defined.

It was twenty past seven.
I lay listening to Chris Evans as you leave my heart
So confined.

I didn't know there was trouble.
The water starts to bubba-bubble for the tea that helps
To unwind.

I go out for a while
It is harder to smile as I wish now for a chance
To rewind.

Now there you are.
This marathon was not too far as you give me
Peace of mind.