Who knows
what will happen
when I get there.
Who knows
what will happen
along the way.
What I do know
is that you
won’t be there.
And my tears
will fall
all day.
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Who knows
what will happen
when I get there.
Who knows
what will happen
along the way.
What I do know
is that you
won’t be there.
And my tears
will fall
all day.
You have no idea,
How much your sideways glance,
Hauls my weary heart,
Through yet another,
Lonely day…
Tell me your favourite song
And I’ll play it.
Show me your favourite book
And I’ll read it.
Tell me your favourite film
And I’ll watch it.
Show me your favourite shirt
And I’ll wear it.
Tell me I’m your favourite
And I’ll love you.
Forever.
If home
is where
the heart is,
then I’m
currently
of no
fixed abode.
I
still think
about you
everyday
You
are the one
I will never
forget
I
am the one
you have already
forgotten
Out of everyone, I am happy for both of you the most.
I wish you love, health and happiness for the rest of your years together.
You deserve it.
My dreams have long since faded, but I hope I last long enough to see you make yours a reality.
I finally understand it.
I have realised the way things are.
I accept it.
I am not your woman.
You are not my man.
You are not mine to have.
I am not yours to hold.
We are friends.
This has always been clear.
You are unobtainable.
Out of my reach.
It's not that I don't care -
I do.
It's not that I'm not jealous - I am.
But now I finally understand it.
Now I have realised the way things are.
Now I accept it.
And it's okay.
Really.
xxx
You get used to it, you know.
Being on your own.
Plus, no one sees you cry.
Which helps.
I still hear your key rattle in the door,
I still hear your footsteps across the floor.
I still hear your rubbish music playing,
I still hear your awesome temper fraying.
I still hear you impart your innate wisdom,
I still hear you berate with fierce criticism.
I still hear you sing your daft wee songs,
I still hear the bubble of your endless bongs.
I still hear you chew too loudly when you eat,
I still hear the thump of your heart beat.
I still hear your laugh and your wry chuckle,
I still hear your beloved belt unbuckle.
I still hear your enticing voice roar,
I still hear your thunderous snore.
I still hear your exasperated sigh,
I still hear your exhausted cry.
I Wish You Were,
Still Here.
Your words help guide my wayward step
and shine light in to my darkened heart
Your smile breaks my fall to the kitchen floor
and stems the tears in my haunted eyes
Your touch quietens the incessant voice in my head
and replenishes my embittered soul
You allow me to believe that love might be possible again
One day