Come Over

i wish she would come over
but now I am too tired to care
i remember the things we did
the clothes that we used to wear
and now I am reduced
to using four letter words
like love and verse
and she ticks every box
i wish she would come over
and we could talk till the night draws in
but here I am tonight
stuck here, just me and my pen
and though she knows
exactly how I feel
to her they must just be words
how do I make them real?
i tingle every time she touches me
i shudder every time she hugs me
and then, when I have drunk too much
and I talk about her
a tear starts to fall from my eye
she has all the planning permission
for my dreams deep inside

James Garratt – June 2008