Last Night – Written March 1994 (Aged 19)

Last Night

Last night was weird.
I had troubles on my mind,
thinking,
she is not going to work.
She smiles like the falsest kind,
but everything was good.
My friends were around me,
and then, you were there.

I had not seen you for three weeks,
and I remembered how much you cared.
But seeing you left me unable to speak
as I caught,
with some boldness,
your stare.
She was forgotten,
and I remembered only you.

I wish I could see you more often.
We kissed and danced again,
but I left at the end
with a tear in my eye and too much pain.
Last night,
I wasn’t sure if I was still your friend.
I hope I am,
even though last night was weird.
I just wish I could understand.

Now she has gone;
it ended on Friday.
Now it is Sunday,
the day after last night,
and just seeing you
made my life seem all right.

James Garratt – March 1994
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