Monday, 18 July 2011

A poem for Bridget

All that’s left is this recurring nightmare:
It’s as I see you in the street
I steel myself to smile & walk past you
But for some reason you turn to speak
Instead of conversation
It’s just a smile to let me know
That I never stood a chance.
I walk away crushed & broken hearted
As you laugh at me as I go

I wonder if it will wake me again tomorrow?

May 23rd 2011
[yeah I know, pathetic]

1 comment:

Anon said...

Good, as always.