Talk to me, remember? Like when you broke a heel,

The day that he came to you and I said he wasn't real.

You shy away yet shout abuse, words spitting in my face,

Your strap slipped from your shoulder and it ended the embrace,

 

Wildly, while I plead for calm, You rush to be with him,

Spinning, then crashing, the sound deafening,

If only I could rip the keys, from your clawing grasp,

 

Caressing your face through matted red hair,

Lay there quiet now with eyes a glassy stare,

Come back, come back, I love you, but again you speak his name,

My mind splinters into chaos.... as I realise you're insane.

 

(c)Paul Letch 2008 Murky Pool Publishing Ltd.