I AM RESTING
ON MY LINEN BED
AND
AM THINKING OF HIM
IN MY HEAD.
WHERE
HE WOULD'VE BEEN
I'M ANXIOUS AND KEEN.
AT THIS MOMENT
MY SUB-CONSCIENCE IS SAYING
HE MUST'VE GONE
TO THAT PLACE
WHERE WE USED TO,
FOR LOVE AND IDEAS TO REPLACE.
I'M AFRAID,
HE MUST'VE BEEN UPSET
AND WITH COLOUR FADE.
WHEN HE WOULDN'T FIND ME THERE,
HE WOULD BE SHOCKED
TO BEAR.
HE MUST BE FELT PUZZLED
AND HIS WALK WOULD'VE BECOME SLUGGISH.
HE WOULDN'T HAVE THE
FAITH ON HIS EYES
WHICH MAY BE
SEEING OTHER RUBBISH.
HE MUST'VE CALLED
MY FRIENDS,
TO KNOW MY
WHEREABOUTS AND ENDS.
“DO YOU KNOW THY HAS NOT COME TODAY?”
HE WOULD'VE ASKED THEM ONE BY ONE.
EVERY ONE WOULD'VE BEEN REVELING
ON HIM TO SEE HIM AS FUN.
“I'LL NOT TALK TO HER
WHEN THY WOULD COME
TOMMORROW”
HE WOULD BE TELLING TO HIMSELF
TO SHOW HIS ANGER AND SORROW.
TO SEE THE ENTRY OF ANY NEW GIRL
AT THE GATE,
HE MUST HAVE THOUGHT
THAT I WOULD'VE BEEN COMING LATE.
WHEN HIS EYES WOULD'VE BECOME MOIST
HE MUST HAVE TOLD HIS FRIENDS
THAT TODAY THE AIR HAS A DUST,
TO OBVIATE THEIR
ATTENTION AND HIS OWN CURSE.
OH! MY DEAR
WHY?
I AM RESTING
ON MY LINEN BED
AND
AM THINKING OF HIM
IN MY HEAD.
