But My Eyes Never Guided Her Home – Monday 28th March 2011

But My Eyes Never Guided Her Home

she looked at my face
but my eyes –
never guided her home
and though it made a change
not to sleep alone
i knew deep inside
we would still roam

she slept,
with her head
right upon my shoulder
i pulled her in close
and when she awoke,
she said, ‘she felt the cold’
i wonder,
what exactly the future holds

no story time
for stories to be told
i kind of hoped
that we would be closer
i held on tight,
in that departing day
that so suddenly turned to night



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James Garratt – Monday 28th March 2011