So much talk carefully saying so little.
Familiar lines in well known voice
Brings bitter tears to the heart and
Conscious knowledge of what I did.
Seated comfortably to unfamiliar music.
Familiar response to homelike room;
Fripperies, elegance, nonsense and
Sharpness which is what I loved.
A gentle hand found in the dark;
Ghosts of scent and senses respond.
Our untogetherness is senseless and
Yet this sweet lovelessness is deserved
All of night spent in careful non moving
Wakeful sleep; no rapid heart beat to
Betray uncomfortable feelings and
So to the morning and I must go.
From a million years ago. Dec 2011