The Softest Clay – Written Tuesday 2nd December 2008 (Aged 33)

The Softest Clay

i wake up
and it is a brand new day
but memories alert me
to a hurt within me
so i go back to sleep
except I don’t
because hurt won’t lie down
and it won’t go away
it is like a voice
with far too much to say
it’s all clifftops and rooftops
dreams washed away
by the softest clay
i wake up
and it is a brand new day
i think of you
but i know,
that you are no longer there
and you are not thinking of me
or how much i still care




James Garratt – Tuesday 2nd December 2008


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