Archive for November, 2013

The Top of The Hill

You’re at the top of the hill
And I’m down here.

We’re in bed
In the same postcode

And an ocean apart.

You’re sound asleep, no doubt
In your sterile world
Loved by those who care for you
In their professional way.

Did you have a nice dinner?

Are you comfortable?

Is the sound of the rain soothing you,
As it does me?

The Hard Words

I am
Always scared
Saying the hard words.

You may not
Love me
Any more?

The words

Or we may
Never speak again.

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