Across the Room
Across the room,
you take another drag.
You look out of the window in the room;
two days ago,
I knew this conversation would be coming soon.
You are trying to look sophisticated now,
while I am just a loon.
I do not care anyhow;
the silence speaks more volumes
than the words we shouted minutes ago
across the room.
I hear the wheeze as you inhale.
The atmosphere has gone funny,
and the air is stale.
Let me get out of here;
I have always run from confrontation.
I do not want to be near;
I cannot stand the complicated situation.
Across the room,
I wish I could be there,
but I can’t,
and I cannot stand to be near you.
I do not want anything more;
I am leaving for good.
We are not worth anything.
Once I walked out the door,
you take another drag,
and then you lose it on the floor.
James Garratt – December 1993
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Across the Room – Most Likely Written December 1993 (Aged 18)
