Tuesday, August 14, 2007


your room looks asleep
barely lit by the dying sun
i've never seen it like this before
so i stand there and watch

the last rays are running for shelter
the way you would if you
woke up naked one day
in the middle of a curious crowd

minutes go by and
i realise im smiling before
your wandering eyes find me
and invite me in

i enter and draw the curtains
desperate to give darkness the key
but you are sorry it ended this way
dusks reluctant romance with your room

i pour my tired body onto the bed
my troubled thoughts into oblivion
before i do something i have never done