Monday, 15 April 2013


Better late than never. Night!


Did you hear a loud crash?

Was it finished quite fast?
Was there brilliant bright light?
Did you feel your feet fly?

Did you run for the ground,

Something slip from your side,
Did you think you would die-
Was it over, that night?

Did you ever want me?

Are you wasting your love?
Am I missing a signal,
That you're desperate for words?

I can give you none of that.

I am a writer, I write,
And when giving comes forward
I have no words to spare.


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