These curtains don’t fit
Daybreak come too early
The drink’s still in my skin
and on that bed of marble white
I lost you from my life

The signals all conspired
the well of guilt refilled
Reality cracked wide open
spilt down the corridors of misadventure
I lost you to the dawn

Tangled in a sheet of white lies
the enemy of love
raises his black hood
smiling at the keenness of his blade
I lost you to that gleaming axe

In a fraction of a life
in those most painful hours
I came to see all that I would lack
and quite how lost I’d be
in the absence of your love…
 

[2023]