It’s the end of an era,

in more ways than one.

A career,   a companion,

added up, equals none.


I’m sitting alone,

while you snore in my bed.

Next time I crave conversation,

I’ll phone a chatline instead.







HindsightAm I lost?

Or am I hiding?…

I don’t know where I’ve gone.

How did I lose the Me I know?

Why did it all go wrong?

I sit alone in silence,

staring blankly through the night.

I try to find my way, by looking back,

the path is clear, through life,

in hindsight.



Insecure Me…

It’s an insecure evening,

why aren’t you answering your phone?

My imagination’s wild,

it’s got a mind all of its own.

Yesterday was warm with love,

tonight I’m frozen out.

Every time we get too close,

you fuel my self doubt.

It’s an insecure evening,

I need to know that you still care…

Just acknowledge that I called you,

cos your silence is unfair.


Solitary partnership.

That sums up what we’ve got.

One worded conversations

is our exciting lot.

You fall asleep

when we’re alone,

I feel like such a bore.

An hour in my company

sure looks like it’s a chore.

I want to go on picnics

and maybe a beach stroll.

I’d love a simple

board game,

but that’s not how we roll.

A solitary partnership

is the relationship we’ve got.

We sit silently for hours,

and yawn,

more often, than not.




One side ride…

A one sided visit

from a one sided man,

with a one sided dinner

as the one sided plan.

One sided business,

then some one sided pleasure,

throw in one sided snoring

for one sided good measure.






Right on time……


The normal routine

begins with a glare.

It has snappy words

and zero patience.


A fast exit is on it’s way,

followed by silence for a fortnight.

Same shit,

different day.