when the echo seems to go in reverse
I wonder if my hearing’s getting worse
or if I’m going mad,
a bit sad when that’s all I have to think about
and thinking about that,
does that makes the madness madder?
I dream of her again, she is there again
and I’m struck dumb again,
expressive eyes, she has such expressive eyes,
I still can’t speak.
Half past three
when I woke she had gone,
the tea pot’s warming
the kettle is on
she’s still gone.
Dreambook instead of Facebook?
and it always will be.
© 2019, John Smallshaw.