i wake up
and memories alert me
to a hurt within me
i go to sleep
except I do not
because hurt will not –
lie down and go away
like a voice with too much to say
clifftops and rooftops
dreams washed away
by the softest of clay
I wake up
and I think of you
but I know that you –
are painfully not here
James Garratt – Tuesday 2nd December 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 