Pillow Talk

You took away my good night kiss:
What I cherished just before sleep.
You took away what I’ll always miss:
A love that I failed to keep.

You left. You left. You left
And you broke my heart in two,
You even forsook the pillow
That was always used by you.

“It won’t be broken in two now,
It won’t be bent by me…”
And, by saying that, my darling love,
You destroyed it all wilfully.

What was mine was yours:
My heart, my life, my family, my home;
All those who loved me loved you;
Because of what I am and been;
And no matter how far and wide you roam,
You won’t ever see what you have seen.

I can’t hate you and that you truly know!
I have loved and in me that doesn’t alter.
You say you have known hurt, but it isn’t so ;
For, in life, now or late, you will falter,
And realise all that we meant to you –
Down to this pillow you could break in two.

Unafraid

There was a time, not long since, when this bed
Was where love, dreams and promises were made.
Now, as nights pass into virulent days,
And I get into cold sheets, I‘m afraid.

Your weight was my anchor to what we had;
But love has sunk into this large, cold bed;
It drowned, somewhere within, as you left it –
And I could save just memories instead.

I can’t even catch your smell in these sheets;
I wish you had loved enough and had stayed;
But you thought that love brings you happiness,
So, fled where you think you’ll stay unafraid.

I’m Back

I’m Back

Where intimacy was a lie,

Where promises are broken,

Where love will always deny,

Where cruel words are spoken,

Where memories bring only pain,

Where hope lived but does not now,

Where hunger comes to rule again,

Where strangers ask who and why and how,

Where words, like forever, fail,

Where letters of feelings are burnt,

Where rosy cheeks grow cold and pale,

Where lessons of sorrow are learnt,

Where holding hands and drying tears

Are forgotten by unhappy hearts,

Where loving looks become fears

Where from all that mattered departs.