Here they come, late night echoes on the
Midnight voices, some you remember,
Some you don't. Faces and places. some
You remember, some you don't. Just had
A tiff, off to bed sulking and up they come
Midnight voices, pecking away at today,
Making yesterday look better than it was.
Should have married June, Jayne, Jackie,
Anyone, but the lovely girl you’ve just
Brought to tears downstairs.
Times, dates, jobs …
Midnight voices, nibbling away at the
Ear should have done this, should have
Done that. Can't go back now too late,
Job won't be there, he won't be there,
She won't se there. Should have said
Sorry, too late now, probably went to
The grave not knowing you cared.
Midnight voices, should have told her
You loved her, you'd have had lovely
Babies, now look what you've got -
Family, brother, sister ...
Midnight voices, should have stayed in
Touch when mum died, but where did
Jeff move to, where did Pam go? Promised
To stay in touch but they never did. I could
Have gone round, but if they don't want to
Know me … Midnight voices, what about
The ashes? Still in the back bedroom,
Going to have to do something with 'em
© Joseph G Dawson
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