Redundant…

4.-When-one-door-closes-another-opens...

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.

 

 

 

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Hindsight…

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.

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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.
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Solitaire…

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.

 

 

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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.

 

 

 

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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.

 

 

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