Standard release

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?
it’s for
and it always will be.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.