The Space – Written Tuesday 9th December 2002 (Aged 27)

The Space

how we cry like cats left outside
we cry to be alone
and cry some more –
because we are every task set
everything nearly prearranged
no time to be left
only to wander through the fields –
of my brain
you stop my music
and you dictate my day
all the time you never notice the sadness
as it stays
to be alone is one thing
to be really alone is another
i cry when we are apart
and yearn for space when we are together

James Garratt – Tuesday 9th December 2002

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