i hear the telephone ring
and I close my eyes
this used to be my home
now I feel trapped inside
i hear the laughter
its sound reflected in your eyes
i know it’s him again
and it tears me up inside
the hollow things said
pretending it is easy
it is easier with an occupied bed
but some love
can be so easily led
another message on your phone
and I am left wrecked
i try to hide the feelings
it’s the pace that you left
James Garratt – Friday 29th February 2008
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 